Knight Rider (1982) s03e13 Episode Script
Knight by a Nose
That horse died.
Hearing and believing | are two different things.
We did it, bud.
We made him disappear | into thin air.
l had Lewis show you | the coming attractions in case your horse scam | bottoms out.
Something tells me that King | Jack is still alive and kicking.
Losers don't last long | in my stable.
You got a winner there.
First, it was a horse.
Now | there's a human life at stake.
Now, where is she? Michael! Max, hang on! Help! 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.
Morning, Harley.
You big speed demon.
| You loved that, didn't you? You'd race the wind | if l let you.
What? You say you want | to take me away from all this? How soon? Hey, Max, what are you | holding him back for? Holding him back? That had | to be 23.
2 quarter mile.
Try 24.
Little lady you've got to remember the futurity | tomorrow is a mile and a quarter.
Now, we don't want our baby | fading in the stretch.
Can you believe | this railbird? He's got half interest in the surprise | sensation of the racing season and he's still treating | King Jack like an also-ran.
Well, l don't know.
From what l saw, | Max, his stride looked a little off.
You see? | Always listen to your partner.
Okay.
But this time | you better watch out because he's going | to blow your blinkers off.
What happened? He took a fall, honey.
| Lie still.
You might be hurt.
l'm fine.
King Jack, where is he? | He's okay, isn't he? l'm afraid, he isn't, Max.
| His foreleg is badly shattered.
No! Harley, you can't! lsn't | there anything you can do? l'm sorry.
| He's in tremendous pain.
Don't do it! Please! l can | help him, l'll nurse him back! Don't do it! Please! | Max, Max.
No! No! Please! No! No! Sleek, spirited | and moves like a hurricane.
Michael, you're too kind.
Not you, pal, the futurity | preview on Max's horse.
What? A horse? Try stubborn, skittish, | and expensive to maintain.
Not at all like you.
Never, and capable of only 40 | miles per hour in short bursts.
Useless creatures.
| What do people see in them? Dreams, buddy, dreams.
| This is Max's big day.
Max? You mean Maxine Fleming? | Right.
Remember? Wolf Creek Pass just winding up the Grimaldi case? | Six feet of snow, mid-January? How can I forget? You had me | hitched up to her horse trailer.
I recall thinking, | ''what next, a plow?'' Well, that little pony | you were pulling is now the hottest comer | on the thoroughbred circuit.
Speaking of which how about dipping into Bonnie's | little magic money machine for me, will you, partner? Michael, it's called | an Auto Currency Dispenser and there's nothing magic a bout it.
| We have to account for every penny.
l know.
l know.
l'm just a | little lean on cash this week.
You wouldn't be thinking of | squandering Foundation funds on something as chancy | as a wager.
Who me? All right, | but $40 and not a penny more.
$40.
Besides how can a horse named | King Jack lose? Michael! Don't tell me.
| Let me guess.
That horse is making you so much | money, you're moving to a better place.
Hi, Michael.
| King Jack's biggest fan.
Hello, sweetheart.
You didn't hear? He's dead.
What happened? He just collapsed, mid-stride.
l tried to cushion his fall | but his leg Broken? | Yeah.
l still can hear | that rifle blast.
l'm sure it wasn't your fault.
| l pushed him too hard.
l must have missed all the signs.
l | saw you ride King Jack once, remember? lt was like you and that horse | had one heart and one mind.
lf he had a hangnail, | you'd feel it.
Don't sugarcoat it, Michael.
| lt was my fault.
And l'm through with horses.
| l don't believe that.
Michael, | l know you mean well but l've got a bus ticket | to Atlanta tomorrow.
You take me out and you | show me the spot.
Michael No.
l mean it.
l'm not gonna | let you run away from this.
Come on, what's that saying? | ''When you fall off a horse, you get'' ''Right back on.
'' But in this case l can't 'cause the horse is dead.
And l've got nothing | but bad memories out there.
l know.
| So let's go bury them.
Now, l mean it.
Come on.
| Okay.
Okay.
This is the spot.
Positive? | l was riding him.
Maxine, who else | was out here? Just my partner, Tommy-Lee | Burgess and Dr.
Thorpe.
Dr.
Thorpe.
Who's he? | The local vet? Right.
Just what are you trying | to prove out here, Michael? KlTT, scan this area of | the track for me, will you? Normal carbon silicon | composite soil soft to a depth of Wait, there's some glass | over to your right.
Whoa.
This doesn't look like | it belongs out here.
Knowing the grounds keeper, that's | just part of last night's beer bottle.
No way, Maxine.
lt's much too | thin.
KlTT, run an analysis on this.
Reconstruct what this | came from, will you? Taught him some new tricks, | huh, Michael? Taught me? Really, Max, that's | like the tail wagging the horse.
A micro syringe? Yes.
Residue shows that it recently held | promazine, a veterinary tranquilizer.
Promazine? | Strong stuff? Like heroin for horses.
| They use it for surgery.
l don't know what it'd be doing | out here.
How fresh is the residue? My calculated guess | would be 36 hours.
Thirty-six hours.
Maxine how many other horses | train out here? None this week.
| Just King Jack.
Michael, | what are you thinking? Thinking about insurance and about partners.
Well, put a rein on it.
Let | me tell you about Tommy-Lee.
There'd been times | he had to choose between burgers for himself, | and oats for the horse.
And he chose the oats.
| You're darn right he did.
He's been a real good partner, | Michael, and a better friend.
Well, then he won't mind me asking | him a few questions, will he? You'd do anything to avoid | helping me pack, wouldn't you? You got that right.
Come on.
That's my million-dollar baby, | King Jack.
What are you doing, Harley? | He'll hurt himself on those ropes.
Yeah, well, try feeding him without | them, he'll kick your skull in.
l want this horse | out of here.
Harley, relax.
We did it, bud.
We made him disappear | into thin air.
l got my practice.
Now, how long | do you want me to keep him here? A day, tops.
By tomorrow, we'll be pulling | in enough long green to choke a horse.
Have fun, pal.
| l'll be right back.
Michael, you're leaving me | alone in this lot of iniquity? Maybe you can show them | the error of their ways.
December Bride's | got the form.
The old Molly runs with class.
But, Foster Folly owes me one, | the bum.
There's no room | for emotion in betting.
Taylor's Goose in the fourth.
| Who's in there? Never mind who's in here.
I've | given you a scientific projection.
Kindly remove yourself | to the betting window and spare me your superstitious | prattle.
Hey, watch your language.
You got inside information? Let's | just say, I have a hot system.
Tommy-Lee Burgess.
Excuse | me, my name is Michael Knight.
l saw your picture on Max Fleming's | wall.
l'm a friend of hers.
Hey, any friend of Max's.
| How's she doing? Taking this any better? | l wish.
You know, l've never seen | her so down.
Me neither.
lt seems she blames herself.
Yeah, well, | l haven't told her this yet but apparently, our insurance | company feels the same way.
They're holding back payment on | suspicion of trainer negligence.
Boy, when it goes, it | all goes.
Maybe not.
See, l know Max real well, and | l don't think she's to blame.
l'd like to believe that.
Yeah, well, you could | believe this.
lt's promazine.
l found it on the track | where King Jack went down.
Must be at least two dozen | horses train on that track.
ls that a fact? | Yes, every day.
But listen, if you think you're | onto something, you hang with it.
Max and l could | use that insurance.
Yeah, yeah, | l'm sure you could.
ln fact, if you want, l'll call Doc | Thorpe.
He might know something about this.
No.
Thanks for the offer, but | l'd rather talk to him myself.
See you around.
| Sure, l'll be here.
Tommy, just in time.
l need a nine letter word | for ''hopelessly in debt''.
''Desperate'' should fit.
You'll get your money.
l still got 48 hours.
Well, if you value your life, you | better make sure l get the whole $92,000.
l had Lewis show you | the coming attractions in case your horse scam | bottoms out.
Mr.
Cavanaugh, | you don't understand.
The money's as good as in | your hand.
l pulled it off.
You pulled it off only comes when l | cross your name out of my little book.
Have you got that? Because from what Lewis says, you may | already have bloodhounds on your heels.
But smile.
l pride myself on protecting | my investments.
lf anybody gives you any | trouble, having Lewis around is well, almost as good as | having a dog catcher around.
Except Lewis puts | the bloodhounds to sleep.
Okay, buddy, go for it.
Give me everything | you got on King Jack's bloodlines.
By Prince Jack | out of Whirlaway Dee.
Tracing back further, | I find two derby champions and a Horse of the Year | in his background.
Further still in 1915- You asked me to program him with | everything about horse racing, so l did.
You may never hear | the end of this.
Horse racing? What's all this | about? l have some maintenance to do.
Thanks.
Well, whatever it was, l'm glad | to see you're back, Michael.
We have a pressing appointment | in Seattle.
l need another day.
Another day? You've just taken | l see.
Your friend, Maxine.
l gather you had a good day at the | races? No.
l didn't.
l never made it.
Devon, yesterday Maxine's horse | took a fall under her.
She lost him.
l'm so sorry.
| She has my sympathy.
However, | accidents will happen.
Yeah, well, l don't think | this was an accident.
That's why l need some time to | investigate.
lnvestigate what, Michael? There are people who specialize | in dealing with these matters.
l know that, but sometimes | a fresh eye helps.
Besides, her partner's | not exactly Abe Lincoln when it comes to telling the | truth.
That may well be but l believe it's your eye that's | dictating your decision here.
She's a very pretty girl.
Devon, | that's got nothing to do with it.
Really? Then l presume you have | some concrete evidence to show me.
That's what l thought.
All right, l admit, l don't have that | much to go on, except for one thing.
She's a very, very close friend of mine | who refuses to ride again because of this.
Twenty-four hours.
lf l don't come up | with some concrete evidence by then off to Seattle.
Agreed? Agreed.
| Right on.
Not so fast.
KlTT's Auto Currency Dispenser | is $40 short.
But l don't see any receipts.
Bonnie, l'm on the road.
l | can't keep track of every nickel.
Is it possible the malfunction | is in me, Bonnie? No, and covering for him puts | a strain on your systems, KlTT.
Who, moi? Thanks, buddy.
Where to, Michael? | First, we pick up Max.
lt's bad enough you're using my stable.
| Now you want to use my horse trailer.
You just ease off and think about | that retirement condo in Florida.
What's that? lt's Max and that guy Knight.
Damn.
l'll get the horse out of | here.
You get rid of them.
Me? How? | Just do it.
Hello, Max.
Dr.
Thorpe, | this is my friend, Michael.
Hello.
He'd like to talk | to you about King Jack.
What about him? l'd like to see | the report, if you don't mind.
l don't know, son, that's not | how we do things around here.
He's got my permission, | Doc.
lf you don't mind, | l'll just wait out here.
All right, but l don't know | what you expect to find.
You working with | the insurance company? No, sir, | just a friendly interest.
l'm trying to figure out what caused the | accident, and give Max some peace of mind.
Well, l'm afraid it's pretty | standard stuff, Mr.
Knight.
lt's always sad, but in our business, | we lose thoroughbreds every day.
Max doesn't.
This is King Jack's fracture? | Yes, it is.
As you can see, it's a very bad fracture.
Hey, boy, how you doing? lt would take | some strong stuff to dull the pain on something | like this, wouldn't it? Something like, | promazine? Yeah, guess it would.
But, why would anyone dope a | horse they were gonna put down? lt's a good question.
Hate to hurry you, but | l've got rounds to make.
Yeah, l can understand how | busy you are.
One more thing.
How did you happen to have your | rifle with you that morning? l always keep my.
30-30 in my | pickup.
This can be wild country.
Thank you, sir.
| Thanks for your help.
Come on, girl! Out! Get, get.
| Outside! Go on! Out! KlTT, | where is the doc right now? He's putting | the file away, Michael.
All right.
Scan inside this barrel.
l wanna | know when and what this gun last fired.
Even as we speak, Michael.
Michael! Help! lt's the stable, KlTT! | Let's go! Michael! Michael! Max! Max, hang on! l got you, Max.
| Come on, baby.
Okay.
KlTT, spray some CO2 on this.
| Right away, Michael.
You all right? Did the horse get out? | Yeah.
And she'll probably name her next | colt after you for saving her.
Think that fire was | just one more accident? There's no proof it wasn't.
Whoever drove that trailer out | must have knocked the lantern over.
How can anyone | be that careless? l don't think carelessness | had anything to do with it.
Michael, I've completed | the analysis on that rifle.
Fire away, pal.
It was discharged yesterday, and I scan | traces of paper wadding in the barrel.
Which means he might've | fired a blank.
Oh, great.
Now you're dragging Doc | Thorpe into your little conspiracy, too.
Maxine, | Tommy-Lee lied to me.
When l brought up the | promazine, he told me there were dozens of horses training | on that track where King Jack died.
He must have misunderstood you.
You | know, he's got a lot on his mind.
You wanna hear something else | that sticks in my gut? When KlTT scanned the track, | he found no traces of blood.
Now, you add that | to the rifle blank and something tells me that King | Jack is still alive and kicking.
Now you're being cruel, | Michael.
No, l'm just calling it | like l see it.
Look, if you want me to shut the door | and walk away from this, l'll do it.
lt's your call.
Can you give me a little time | for all this to soak in? You got it.
ln the meantime, | why don't you whip up one of those famous home | stretch javas you're so good at? Come on.
| Okay.
KlTT, dig up everything | you got on Burgess, Tommy-Lee.
Right away, Michael.
Oh, no.
| Hey, pal.
Where've you been | keeping yourself? Come on.
| l know you're in there.
lf you're funny-looking or something, | don't be shy.
l got no prejudices.
Please go away.
I'm busy.
You got company in there, huh? Come on, pal.
Who do you like | in the seventh today, huh? If you must know, | I'm on the line.
What do you got, | a wire to Hialeah? Come on, pal.
Let me | in on the action.
l mean you and l could | go places together, you know? What will it take to make | you go away? Oh, very well.
Baltimore Ned and Flying | Fenwick in the Daily Double.
What? Are you kidding? | Flying Fenwick, at those odds? You asked for my opinion.
Now, run along to | the betting window or you'll get shut out.
Right, pal.
Thanks.
Listen.
lf l can ever lay one down | for you, you know, just say the word.
What did you dig up | on Tommy-Lee Burgess? His bank balance fluctuates | like a roller coaster.
And he makes an inordinate amount of | long-distance calls to a number in La Playa.
Registered to one Randy | Cavanaugh, a known racketeer.
No kidding.
lnteresting playmate | for a good old boy.
Let's check this one out.
Let's take a look inside.
Some party.
| Only for the winners.
I'm scanning an illegal | gambling casino inside.
Better and better.
So this is | where Tommy-Lee's money goes.
Slip me a couple of $100, | will you, partner? Partner? Whenever it's money, | it's ''partner.
'' l always call you ''partner.
'' Now, | come on, it's Foundation business.
Whatever you say, but don't | forget you still owe me $40.
And I can't cover | with Bonnie forever.
Thank you.
That's okay, l'll park it myself.
Right.
May l see your invitation, sir? Yeah.
Shoot.
l forgot it.
Shoot, l can't let you in.
Did you lose this picture | of President Grant? No.
l lost two pictures | of President Grant.
Yeah.
Well, yeah.
| Here's the other one.
No more betting.
Seventeen! Okay, new bets.
No more bets.
Five red.
| Five for $100, please.
Here you go.
Good luck.
| Thank you.
You're welcome.
Place new bets.
Number eight? | All bets closed.
Nine red.
That was close.
''Close'' only counts in horseshoes | and hand grenades, handsome.
New bets.
KlTT? | Not another penny.
The odds on that silly game | are 35-to-1.
Not in here.
Something tells me | that wheel's got a mind of its own.
Okay, partner, let's make a | little spectacle of ourselves.
Give me a winner.
| If you insist, Michael, 23.
l got a feeling about 23.
| l'm gonna let it all ride, 23.
No more bets.
Twenty-three.
Twenty-three, red winner.
| Well, what do you know? Pink, the color of my bedroom.
| This is great.
Beautiful.
Okay, there's | another $100 for you, sweetheart.
Thank you, very much.
Number nine.
No more betting.
Red nine.
l haven't had this much fun | since l was six.
Six.
| All bets closed.
Six black.
| The gentleman wins again.
Thank you.
Quite a run, Mr | Cooper.
You the pit boss? Well, you could say that.
Yes, | actually l own this place, Mr.
Cooper.
l'd like to buy you a drink.
No, thanks.
l'm on a roll.
You see, l've | been superstitious since l was eight.
Place your bets.
How'd you happen | to find this place? You know, players tell players.
| l've been a player since way back.
Eight.
| Eight, it is.
Usually, l'm a horse man.
| Horses aren't my game.
Neither is roulette, today.
| You're right.
But if l want to find one special horse, | l heard you were the man to talk to.
Really? | What horse would that be? You know, the one who had | that terrible accident.
King Jack.
Didn't you hear? | That horse died.
Hearing and believing | are two different things.
You see, me, l believe that King | Jack is still alive and kicking.
And for the one who delivers him, | l'm prepared to go as high as Thank you.
| Seven figures.
No questions asked.
Well, l might know someone | that might know someone.
Well, when you want to cut the bull and | talk business, you know where to find me.
Have a good time.
| Thank you.
That's for you, sweetheart.
| Thank you very much.
Place your bets.
l can't reach Tommy-Lee.
| What's this change of plans? Well, | let me put it this way.
We might have to call | our marker in a day early.
But all he's got is that horse.
l know.
See that high roller over there? He | just made a very attractive offer.
l want you to check him out.
| High roller? Are you kidding? Why? What do you know | about him? Just that his name's | Michael Knight.
And, he's the one that l | saw leaning on Tommy-Lee.
His luck just ran out.
Well, everybody, it's been a | real blast.
Where do l cash out? Right through there, | Mr.
Cooper.
Thank you very much.
Ciao.
Hi.
$50s and $100s | will be just fine.
You're out of your league, | Knight.
Take the limo.
| Get rid of him.
Easy.
High-tempered, isn't he? | No.
He's vicious.
But that is something | l relish in stallions.
l want him.
| Well, l knew you would.
You got a winner there.
| For his sake, l hope so.
Losers don't last long | in my stable.
Bring him to Lincoln Hills Airport | tomorrow.
You'll have your $1.
5 million.
KlTT, can you read me? | Faintly, Michael.
Where are you? Feels like | I'm in the trunk of a car.
I guess this means | your plan isn't working out.
Yeah.
| Slight understatement, pal.
All right, follow my signal and get | in as close as you can behind us.
Silent mode.
Hey! How about a tip? Cassie's | Gold in the fourth at Pimlico.
KlTT, how close are you? | lt's getting stuffy in here.
Any closer and I'll have | to marry this limo.
l'll be your best man.
| Will you pop the trunk? The cat's out of the bag.
He made | us.
How shall we deal with him? Let's teach him not to speed.
| Brace yourself.
All right, KlTT, | call the police.
While you're at it, steer | them over to Cavanaugh's club.
Okay, man.
Good buddy.
lt's time we had a man-to-man | talk about Tommy-Lee Burgess.
How much is he | into you guys for? All you get out of me are | four words: l want my lawyer.
Afternoon, Tommy.
What | are you doing way out here? l just came to get some fresh air.
| You know how the air is in the club.
Doc Thorpe told me where to | find you.
A nice man, Doc Thorpe.
Easy, boy, easy.
He gets a | little nervous around strangers.
Don't we all? The fact is, a stranger came to see | me.
A man by the name of Michael Knight.
He kind of let me know just how | valuable this horse really is.
That's why l'm becoming | your new partner, Tommy-Lee.
l don't need a new partner.
l didn't ask you what you need.
| l'm telling you what you got.
Now, your credit's run out, and it's | time for me to collect my interest which l figure is about 75% of | what you're getting for this horse.
Seventy-five? You heard me.
You better | be thankful, Tommy-Lee.
l could take it all.
Well say hello to your new owner.
Now look what you've done.
Don't | just stand there.
Go after him.
There ain't no way l can catch | him on wheels in these hills.
What are we gonna do? You may know about gambling, | Mr.
Cavanaugh.
But l know about horses.
We'll get him back.
| Don't you worry.
l'm sorry, Michael.
Cavanaugh's club was clean by | the time the police got there.
Not a gaming table | or chip in sight.
And even Cavanaugh himself | had disappeared.
lt doesn't surprise me.
What about his man, Lewis? | True to his word.
He let his lawyer talk for him.
Really? Let me guess.
| His bail was set for $10,000.
Close, but no cigar.
| $7,500.
Yes, needless to say, | he made it.
What now? Devon, l think Dr.
Thorpe | is the weakest link.
l'll pick up Max, | and pay him another visit.
Right.
| Be careful.
Thanks, Bonnie.
And take | care of yourself, too.
You got me again, didn't you? | l'm gonna get you.
King Jack.
You're alive.
King Jack.
Oh, baby.
Glad you're alive.
What did l tell you? | They always head for home.
You know your horses, | Tommy-Lee.
King Jack.
Now let's go get him.
l'm glad you're back, | King Jack.
Why, Tommy-Lee? After all we've been through | together, all our dreams.
How could you do this to me? | To us? You should have let me sell | him when l had the chance, Max.
Sell him? He's not a piece of real | estate.
He's everything we ever worked for.
l trusted you.
You don't understand.
| l was in debt, deep.
Either the horse got it, | or l did.
Get the horse loaded up now.
| And bring her, too.
Mr.
Cavanaugh, l'll tie her up.
By the | time anyone finds her, we'll be long gone.
You may be planning on disappearing, | but l've got a business to run.
And l don't leave any | loose ends.
Bring her.
Let's go.
Bring the horse.
| Come on.
Move it.
Michael, what do you think they have planned | for King Jack? l don't know, KlTT.
But whatever it is, | it doesn't include Max.
Max.
Max.
KlTT, what can you tell me | about these hoof prints? Estimating size and weight, Michael, | those very well could be from King Jack.
By the depth of the cut in the ground, | I'd say they're no more than an hour old.
l bet these tracks belong to a | truck with a horse trailer rig.
Yes, but I'm afraid those | aren't the only tread marks.
There's a third set, and you | won't like what it matches.
Cavanaugh's.
10-to-1.
| You ought to be a handicapper.
No future in it, partner.
| Doc Thorpe, on the double! Seems like everybody in this territory's | in a hurry to pack up and leave.
You've got no right to be here.
| Don't talk to me about rights! Now, first, it was a horse.
Now | there's a human life at stake.
Where is she? l don't | know what you're talking- You know exactly | what l'm talking about, man! You made that horse fall, then you | faked its death.
Now, where is she? l don't know.
| Don't know? lf they hurt Max, l'm telling you, man, l | will not be held responsible for my actions.
Now, for the last time, | where are they? They're making the sale.
| Where? Little airport.
Two miles south of | here.
They're jetting the horse out.
All right, you can quit packing | and the police are right behind me.
KlTT, tap into the tower of the | airport.
Check out the traffic.
Anything big enough | to carry a horse.
There's only one plane big enough, | Michael.
It's a private jet belonging to a wealthy horse dealer.
All right, | buddy, we got to beat them there.
I'm scanning a horse trailer and a | limousine less than a mile ahead, Michael.
No kidding.
Sounds like | our party.
Affirmative.
All right.
We'll take | them one at a time.
Hi.
l thought you left | the driving to the others.
How rude? He's trying to | make a sandwich out of us.
l think l have just | the thing to loosen him up.
Let's give them | a little fresh OJ.
Arm your oil jets.
Ready and waiting, Michael.
| Just the thing for a slick guy.
Good shot, buddy! One down, one to go.
| Okay, let's make our move.
Open the sun roof.
Now, as soon as l get out, jump in | front of them, box him on the rail.
Here l go.
You got it.
Damn! lt's him.
KlTT, be careful.
| Maxine's in here.
She's safe as a baby | in her mother's arms.
Watch it, KlTT! Wait a | minute, l gotta pull on this Go! Let go of me! You got enough for the run, but | not nearly enough for the stretch.
KlTT, have Devon notify the | authorities to pick them up.
Michael.
Look.
Welcome back, King Jack.
Welcome back.
How's she doing, KlTT? Fast enough to win | the Jackson Stakes tomorrow.
Right on.
Real Triple Crown winner, huh? l'm sure, even Man O' War | never looked better.
You've got yourself a real | champion, Max.
Thanks to Michael.
Where would l be without you? | Saddle shy in Atlanta.
So, l finally get to see you.
| What did you do to me, pal? Do l know you? | Know me? You told me Foster's Folly | was a sure thing.
He ran dead last.
| l told you that? Yeah.
KlTT, is there something | l should know here? Don't look at me.
| $20 l bet for you.
Big deal.
Me, l parlayed | my whole week's winnings.
Now l'm gonna have | to start working for a living.
KlTT? Did you bet a horse? | With Foundation money? Michael, I was just trying to bail | out your Auto Currency Statement.
Statistically, | I couldn't lose.
That's what they all say.
| Michael, can I ask you a favor? Yeah, partner, what is it? | Lend me $20.
No.
Hearing and believing | are two different things.
We did it, bud.
We made him disappear | into thin air.
l had Lewis show you | the coming attractions in case your horse scam | bottoms out.
Something tells me that King | Jack is still alive and kicking.
Losers don't last long | in my stable.
You got a winner there.
First, it was a horse.
Now | there's a human life at stake.
Now, where is she? Michael! Max, hang on! Help! 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.
Morning, Harley.
You big speed demon.
| You loved that, didn't you? You'd race the wind | if l let you.
What? You say you want | to take me away from all this? How soon? Hey, Max, what are you | holding him back for? Holding him back? That had | to be 23.
2 quarter mile.
Try 24.
Little lady you've got to remember the futurity | tomorrow is a mile and a quarter.
Now, we don't want our baby | fading in the stretch.
Can you believe | this railbird? He's got half interest in the surprise | sensation of the racing season and he's still treating | King Jack like an also-ran.
Well, l don't know.
From what l saw, | Max, his stride looked a little off.
You see? | Always listen to your partner.
Okay.
But this time | you better watch out because he's going | to blow your blinkers off.
What happened? He took a fall, honey.
| Lie still.
You might be hurt.
l'm fine.
King Jack, where is he? | He's okay, isn't he? l'm afraid, he isn't, Max.
| His foreleg is badly shattered.
No! Harley, you can't! lsn't | there anything you can do? l'm sorry.
| He's in tremendous pain.
Don't do it! Please! l can | help him, l'll nurse him back! Don't do it! Please! | Max, Max.
No! No! Please! No! No! Sleek, spirited | and moves like a hurricane.
Michael, you're too kind.
Not you, pal, the futurity | preview on Max's horse.
What? A horse? Try stubborn, skittish, | and expensive to maintain.
Not at all like you.
Never, and capable of only 40 | miles per hour in short bursts.
Useless creatures.
| What do people see in them? Dreams, buddy, dreams.
| This is Max's big day.
Max? You mean Maxine Fleming? | Right.
Remember? Wolf Creek Pass just winding up the Grimaldi case? | Six feet of snow, mid-January? How can I forget? You had me | hitched up to her horse trailer.
I recall thinking, | ''what next, a plow?'' Well, that little pony | you were pulling is now the hottest comer | on the thoroughbred circuit.
Speaking of which how about dipping into Bonnie's | little magic money machine for me, will you, partner? Michael, it's called | an Auto Currency Dispenser and there's nothing magic a bout it.
| We have to account for every penny.
l know.
l know.
l'm just a | little lean on cash this week.
You wouldn't be thinking of | squandering Foundation funds on something as chancy | as a wager.
Who me? All right, | but $40 and not a penny more.
$40.
Besides how can a horse named | King Jack lose? Michael! Don't tell me.
| Let me guess.
That horse is making you so much | money, you're moving to a better place.
Hi, Michael.
| King Jack's biggest fan.
Hello, sweetheart.
You didn't hear? He's dead.
What happened? He just collapsed, mid-stride.
l tried to cushion his fall | but his leg Broken? | Yeah.
l still can hear | that rifle blast.
l'm sure it wasn't your fault.
| l pushed him too hard.
l must have missed all the signs.
l | saw you ride King Jack once, remember? lt was like you and that horse | had one heart and one mind.
lf he had a hangnail, | you'd feel it.
Don't sugarcoat it, Michael.
| lt was my fault.
And l'm through with horses.
| l don't believe that.
Michael, | l know you mean well but l've got a bus ticket | to Atlanta tomorrow.
You take me out and you | show me the spot.
Michael No.
l mean it.
l'm not gonna | let you run away from this.
Come on, what's that saying? | ''When you fall off a horse, you get'' ''Right back on.
'' But in this case l can't 'cause the horse is dead.
And l've got nothing | but bad memories out there.
l know.
| So let's go bury them.
Now, l mean it.
Come on.
| Okay.
Okay.
This is the spot.
Positive? | l was riding him.
Maxine, who else | was out here? Just my partner, Tommy-Lee | Burgess and Dr.
Thorpe.
Dr.
Thorpe.
Who's he? | The local vet? Right.
Just what are you trying | to prove out here, Michael? KlTT, scan this area of | the track for me, will you? Normal carbon silicon | composite soil soft to a depth of Wait, there's some glass | over to your right.
Whoa.
This doesn't look like | it belongs out here.
Knowing the grounds keeper, that's | just part of last night's beer bottle.
No way, Maxine.
lt's much too | thin.
KlTT, run an analysis on this.
Reconstruct what this | came from, will you? Taught him some new tricks, | huh, Michael? Taught me? Really, Max, that's | like the tail wagging the horse.
A micro syringe? Yes.
Residue shows that it recently held | promazine, a veterinary tranquilizer.
Promazine? | Strong stuff? Like heroin for horses.
| They use it for surgery.
l don't know what it'd be doing | out here.
How fresh is the residue? My calculated guess | would be 36 hours.
Thirty-six hours.
Maxine how many other horses | train out here? None this week.
| Just King Jack.
Michael, | what are you thinking? Thinking about insurance and about partners.
Well, put a rein on it.
Let | me tell you about Tommy-Lee.
There'd been times | he had to choose between burgers for himself, | and oats for the horse.
And he chose the oats.
| You're darn right he did.
He's been a real good partner, | Michael, and a better friend.
Well, then he won't mind me asking | him a few questions, will he? You'd do anything to avoid | helping me pack, wouldn't you? You got that right.
Come on.
That's my million-dollar baby, | King Jack.
What are you doing, Harley? | He'll hurt himself on those ropes.
Yeah, well, try feeding him without | them, he'll kick your skull in.
l want this horse | out of here.
Harley, relax.
We did it, bud.
We made him disappear | into thin air.
l got my practice.
Now, how long | do you want me to keep him here? A day, tops.
By tomorrow, we'll be pulling | in enough long green to choke a horse.
Have fun, pal.
| l'll be right back.
Michael, you're leaving me | alone in this lot of iniquity? Maybe you can show them | the error of their ways.
December Bride's | got the form.
The old Molly runs with class.
But, Foster Folly owes me one, | the bum.
There's no room | for emotion in betting.
Taylor's Goose in the fourth.
| Who's in there? Never mind who's in here.
I've | given you a scientific projection.
Kindly remove yourself | to the betting window and spare me your superstitious | prattle.
Hey, watch your language.
You got inside information? Let's | just say, I have a hot system.
Tommy-Lee Burgess.
Excuse | me, my name is Michael Knight.
l saw your picture on Max Fleming's | wall.
l'm a friend of hers.
Hey, any friend of Max's.
| How's she doing? Taking this any better? | l wish.
You know, l've never seen | her so down.
Me neither.
lt seems she blames herself.
Yeah, well, | l haven't told her this yet but apparently, our insurance | company feels the same way.
They're holding back payment on | suspicion of trainer negligence.
Boy, when it goes, it | all goes.
Maybe not.
See, l know Max real well, and | l don't think she's to blame.
l'd like to believe that.
Yeah, well, you could | believe this.
lt's promazine.
l found it on the track | where King Jack went down.
Must be at least two dozen | horses train on that track.
ls that a fact? | Yes, every day.
But listen, if you think you're | onto something, you hang with it.
Max and l could | use that insurance.
Yeah, yeah, | l'm sure you could.
ln fact, if you want, l'll call Doc | Thorpe.
He might know something about this.
No.
Thanks for the offer, but | l'd rather talk to him myself.
See you around.
| Sure, l'll be here.
Tommy, just in time.
l need a nine letter word | for ''hopelessly in debt''.
''Desperate'' should fit.
You'll get your money.
l still got 48 hours.
Well, if you value your life, you | better make sure l get the whole $92,000.
l had Lewis show you | the coming attractions in case your horse scam | bottoms out.
Mr.
Cavanaugh, | you don't understand.
The money's as good as in | your hand.
l pulled it off.
You pulled it off only comes when l | cross your name out of my little book.
Have you got that? Because from what Lewis says, you may | already have bloodhounds on your heels.
But smile.
l pride myself on protecting | my investments.
lf anybody gives you any | trouble, having Lewis around is well, almost as good as | having a dog catcher around.
Except Lewis puts | the bloodhounds to sleep.
Okay, buddy, go for it.
Give me everything | you got on King Jack's bloodlines.
By Prince Jack | out of Whirlaway Dee.
Tracing back further, | I find two derby champions and a Horse of the Year | in his background.
Further still in 1915- You asked me to program him with | everything about horse racing, so l did.
You may never hear | the end of this.
Horse racing? What's all this | about? l have some maintenance to do.
Thanks.
Well, whatever it was, l'm glad | to see you're back, Michael.
We have a pressing appointment | in Seattle.
l need another day.
Another day? You've just taken | l see.
Your friend, Maxine.
l gather you had a good day at the | races? No.
l didn't.
l never made it.
Devon, yesterday Maxine's horse | took a fall under her.
She lost him.
l'm so sorry.
| She has my sympathy.
However, | accidents will happen.
Yeah, well, l don't think | this was an accident.
That's why l need some time to | investigate.
lnvestigate what, Michael? There are people who specialize | in dealing with these matters.
l know that, but sometimes | a fresh eye helps.
Besides, her partner's | not exactly Abe Lincoln when it comes to telling the | truth.
That may well be but l believe it's your eye that's | dictating your decision here.
She's a very pretty girl.
Devon, | that's got nothing to do with it.
Really? Then l presume you have | some concrete evidence to show me.
That's what l thought.
All right, l admit, l don't have that | much to go on, except for one thing.
She's a very, very close friend of mine | who refuses to ride again because of this.
Twenty-four hours.
lf l don't come up | with some concrete evidence by then off to Seattle.
Agreed? Agreed.
| Right on.
Not so fast.
KlTT's Auto Currency Dispenser | is $40 short.
But l don't see any receipts.
Bonnie, l'm on the road.
l | can't keep track of every nickel.
Is it possible the malfunction | is in me, Bonnie? No, and covering for him puts | a strain on your systems, KlTT.
Who, moi? Thanks, buddy.
Where to, Michael? | First, we pick up Max.
lt's bad enough you're using my stable.
| Now you want to use my horse trailer.
You just ease off and think about | that retirement condo in Florida.
What's that? lt's Max and that guy Knight.
Damn.
l'll get the horse out of | here.
You get rid of them.
Me? How? | Just do it.
Hello, Max.
Dr.
Thorpe, | this is my friend, Michael.
Hello.
He'd like to talk | to you about King Jack.
What about him? l'd like to see | the report, if you don't mind.
l don't know, son, that's not | how we do things around here.
He's got my permission, | Doc.
lf you don't mind, | l'll just wait out here.
All right, but l don't know | what you expect to find.
You working with | the insurance company? No, sir, | just a friendly interest.
l'm trying to figure out what caused the | accident, and give Max some peace of mind.
Well, l'm afraid it's pretty | standard stuff, Mr.
Knight.
lt's always sad, but in our business, | we lose thoroughbreds every day.
Max doesn't.
This is King Jack's fracture? | Yes, it is.
As you can see, it's a very bad fracture.
Hey, boy, how you doing? lt would take | some strong stuff to dull the pain on something | like this, wouldn't it? Something like, | promazine? Yeah, guess it would.
But, why would anyone dope a | horse they were gonna put down? lt's a good question.
Hate to hurry you, but | l've got rounds to make.
Yeah, l can understand how | busy you are.
One more thing.
How did you happen to have your | rifle with you that morning? l always keep my.
30-30 in my | pickup.
This can be wild country.
Thank you, sir.
| Thanks for your help.
Come on, girl! Out! Get, get.
| Outside! Go on! Out! KlTT, | where is the doc right now? He's putting | the file away, Michael.
All right.
Scan inside this barrel.
l wanna | know when and what this gun last fired.
Even as we speak, Michael.
Michael! Help! lt's the stable, KlTT! | Let's go! Michael! Michael! Max! Max, hang on! l got you, Max.
| Come on, baby.
Okay.
KlTT, spray some CO2 on this.
| Right away, Michael.
You all right? Did the horse get out? | Yeah.
And she'll probably name her next | colt after you for saving her.
Think that fire was | just one more accident? There's no proof it wasn't.
Whoever drove that trailer out | must have knocked the lantern over.
How can anyone | be that careless? l don't think carelessness | had anything to do with it.
Michael, I've completed | the analysis on that rifle.
Fire away, pal.
It was discharged yesterday, and I scan | traces of paper wadding in the barrel.
Which means he might've | fired a blank.
Oh, great.
Now you're dragging Doc | Thorpe into your little conspiracy, too.
Maxine, | Tommy-Lee lied to me.
When l brought up the | promazine, he told me there were dozens of horses training | on that track where King Jack died.
He must have misunderstood you.
You | know, he's got a lot on his mind.
You wanna hear something else | that sticks in my gut? When KlTT scanned the track, | he found no traces of blood.
Now, you add that | to the rifle blank and something tells me that King | Jack is still alive and kicking.
Now you're being cruel, | Michael.
No, l'm just calling it | like l see it.
Look, if you want me to shut the door | and walk away from this, l'll do it.
lt's your call.
Can you give me a little time | for all this to soak in? You got it.
ln the meantime, | why don't you whip up one of those famous home | stretch javas you're so good at? Come on.
| Okay.
KlTT, dig up everything | you got on Burgess, Tommy-Lee.
Right away, Michael.
Oh, no.
| Hey, pal.
Where've you been | keeping yourself? Come on.
| l know you're in there.
lf you're funny-looking or something, | don't be shy.
l got no prejudices.
Please go away.
I'm busy.
You got company in there, huh? Come on, pal.
Who do you like | in the seventh today, huh? If you must know, | I'm on the line.
What do you got, | a wire to Hialeah? Come on, pal.
Let me | in on the action.
l mean you and l could | go places together, you know? What will it take to make | you go away? Oh, very well.
Baltimore Ned and Flying | Fenwick in the Daily Double.
What? Are you kidding? | Flying Fenwick, at those odds? You asked for my opinion.
Now, run along to | the betting window or you'll get shut out.
Right, pal.
Thanks.
Listen.
lf l can ever lay one down | for you, you know, just say the word.
What did you dig up | on Tommy-Lee Burgess? His bank balance fluctuates | like a roller coaster.
And he makes an inordinate amount of | long-distance calls to a number in La Playa.
Registered to one Randy | Cavanaugh, a known racketeer.
No kidding.
lnteresting playmate | for a good old boy.
Let's check this one out.
Let's take a look inside.
Some party.
| Only for the winners.
I'm scanning an illegal | gambling casino inside.
Better and better.
So this is | where Tommy-Lee's money goes.
Slip me a couple of $100, | will you, partner? Partner? Whenever it's money, | it's ''partner.
'' l always call you ''partner.
'' Now, | come on, it's Foundation business.
Whatever you say, but don't | forget you still owe me $40.
And I can't cover | with Bonnie forever.
Thank you.
That's okay, l'll park it myself.
Right.
May l see your invitation, sir? Yeah.
Shoot.
l forgot it.
Shoot, l can't let you in.
Did you lose this picture | of President Grant? No.
l lost two pictures | of President Grant.
Yeah.
Well, yeah.
| Here's the other one.
No more betting.
Seventeen! Okay, new bets.
No more bets.
Five red.
| Five for $100, please.
Here you go.
Good luck.
| Thank you.
You're welcome.
Place new bets.
Number eight? | All bets closed.
Nine red.
That was close.
''Close'' only counts in horseshoes | and hand grenades, handsome.
New bets.
KlTT? | Not another penny.
The odds on that silly game | are 35-to-1.
Not in here.
Something tells me | that wheel's got a mind of its own.
Okay, partner, let's make a | little spectacle of ourselves.
Give me a winner.
| If you insist, Michael, 23.
l got a feeling about 23.
| l'm gonna let it all ride, 23.
No more bets.
Twenty-three.
Twenty-three, red winner.
| Well, what do you know? Pink, the color of my bedroom.
| This is great.
Beautiful.
Okay, there's | another $100 for you, sweetheart.
Thank you, very much.
Number nine.
No more betting.
Red nine.
l haven't had this much fun | since l was six.
Six.
| All bets closed.
Six black.
| The gentleman wins again.
Thank you.
Quite a run, Mr | Cooper.
You the pit boss? Well, you could say that.
Yes, | actually l own this place, Mr.
Cooper.
l'd like to buy you a drink.
No, thanks.
l'm on a roll.
You see, l've | been superstitious since l was eight.
Place your bets.
How'd you happen | to find this place? You know, players tell players.
| l've been a player since way back.
Eight.
| Eight, it is.
Usually, l'm a horse man.
| Horses aren't my game.
Neither is roulette, today.
| You're right.
But if l want to find one special horse, | l heard you were the man to talk to.
Really? | What horse would that be? You know, the one who had | that terrible accident.
King Jack.
Didn't you hear? | That horse died.
Hearing and believing | are two different things.
You see, me, l believe that King | Jack is still alive and kicking.
And for the one who delivers him, | l'm prepared to go as high as Thank you.
| Seven figures.
No questions asked.
Well, l might know someone | that might know someone.
Well, when you want to cut the bull and | talk business, you know where to find me.
Have a good time.
| Thank you.
That's for you, sweetheart.
| Thank you very much.
Place your bets.
l can't reach Tommy-Lee.
| What's this change of plans? Well, | let me put it this way.
We might have to call | our marker in a day early.
But all he's got is that horse.
l know.
See that high roller over there? He | just made a very attractive offer.
l want you to check him out.
| High roller? Are you kidding? Why? What do you know | about him? Just that his name's | Michael Knight.
And, he's the one that l | saw leaning on Tommy-Lee.
His luck just ran out.
Well, everybody, it's been a | real blast.
Where do l cash out? Right through there, | Mr.
Cooper.
Thank you very much.
Ciao.
Hi.
$50s and $100s | will be just fine.
You're out of your league, | Knight.
Take the limo.
| Get rid of him.
Easy.
High-tempered, isn't he? | No.
He's vicious.
But that is something | l relish in stallions.
l want him.
| Well, l knew you would.
You got a winner there.
| For his sake, l hope so.
Losers don't last long | in my stable.
Bring him to Lincoln Hills Airport | tomorrow.
You'll have your $1.
5 million.
KlTT, can you read me? | Faintly, Michael.
Where are you? Feels like | I'm in the trunk of a car.
I guess this means | your plan isn't working out.
Yeah.
| Slight understatement, pal.
All right, follow my signal and get | in as close as you can behind us.
Silent mode.
Hey! How about a tip? Cassie's | Gold in the fourth at Pimlico.
KlTT, how close are you? | lt's getting stuffy in here.
Any closer and I'll have | to marry this limo.
l'll be your best man.
| Will you pop the trunk? The cat's out of the bag.
He made | us.
How shall we deal with him? Let's teach him not to speed.
| Brace yourself.
All right, KlTT, | call the police.
While you're at it, steer | them over to Cavanaugh's club.
Okay, man.
Good buddy.
lt's time we had a man-to-man | talk about Tommy-Lee Burgess.
How much is he | into you guys for? All you get out of me are | four words: l want my lawyer.
Afternoon, Tommy.
What | are you doing way out here? l just came to get some fresh air.
| You know how the air is in the club.
Doc Thorpe told me where to | find you.
A nice man, Doc Thorpe.
Easy, boy, easy.
He gets a | little nervous around strangers.
Don't we all? The fact is, a stranger came to see | me.
A man by the name of Michael Knight.
He kind of let me know just how | valuable this horse really is.
That's why l'm becoming | your new partner, Tommy-Lee.
l don't need a new partner.
l didn't ask you what you need.
| l'm telling you what you got.
Now, your credit's run out, and it's | time for me to collect my interest which l figure is about 75% of | what you're getting for this horse.
Seventy-five? You heard me.
You better | be thankful, Tommy-Lee.
l could take it all.
Well say hello to your new owner.
Now look what you've done.
Don't | just stand there.
Go after him.
There ain't no way l can catch | him on wheels in these hills.
What are we gonna do? You may know about gambling, | Mr.
Cavanaugh.
But l know about horses.
We'll get him back.
| Don't you worry.
l'm sorry, Michael.
Cavanaugh's club was clean by | the time the police got there.
Not a gaming table | or chip in sight.
And even Cavanaugh himself | had disappeared.
lt doesn't surprise me.
What about his man, Lewis? | True to his word.
He let his lawyer talk for him.
Really? Let me guess.
| His bail was set for $10,000.
Close, but no cigar.
| $7,500.
Yes, needless to say, | he made it.
What now? Devon, l think Dr.
Thorpe | is the weakest link.
l'll pick up Max, | and pay him another visit.
Right.
| Be careful.
Thanks, Bonnie.
And take | care of yourself, too.
You got me again, didn't you? | l'm gonna get you.
King Jack.
You're alive.
King Jack.
Oh, baby.
Glad you're alive.
What did l tell you? | They always head for home.
You know your horses, | Tommy-Lee.
King Jack.
Now let's go get him.
l'm glad you're back, | King Jack.
Why, Tommy-Lee? After all we've been through | together, all our dreams.
How could you do this to me? | To us? You should have let me sell | him when l had the chance, Max.
Sell him? He's not a piece of real | estate.
He's everything we ever worked for.
l trusted you.
You don't understand.
| l was in debt, deep.
Either the horse got it, | or l did.
Get the horse loaded up now.
| And bring her, too.
Mr.
Cavanaugh, l'll tie her up.
By the | time anyone finds her, we'll be long gone.
You may be planning on disappearing, | but l've got a business to run.
And l don't leave any | loose ends.
Bring her.
Let's go.
Bring the horse.
| Come on.
Move it.
Michael, what do you think they have planned | for King Jack? l don't know, KlTT.
But whatever it is, | it doesn't include Max.
Max.
Max.
KlTT, what can you tell me | about these hoof prints? Estimating size and weight, Michael, | those very well could be from King Jack.
By the depth of the cut in the ground, | I'd say they're no more than an hour old.
l bet these tracks belong to a | truck with a horse trailer rig.
Yes, but I'm afraid those | aren't the only tread marks.
There's a third set, and you | won't like what it matches.
Cavanaugh's.
10-to-1.
| You ought to be a handicapper.
No future in it, partner.
| Doc Thorpe, on the double! Seems like everybody in this territory's | in a hurry to pack up and leave.
You've got no right to be here.
| Don't talk to me about rights! Now, first, it was a horse.
Now | there's a human life at stake.
Where is she? l don't | know what you're talking- You know exactly | what l'm talking about, man! You made that horse fall, then you | faked its death.
Now, where is she? l don't know.
| Don't know? lf they hurt Max, l'm telling you, man, l | will not be held responsible for my actions.
Now, for the last time, | where are they? They're making the sale.
| Where? Little airport.
Two miles south of | here.
They're jetting the horse out.
All right, you can quit packing | and the police are right behind me.
KlTT, tap into the tower of the | airport.
Check out the traffic.
Anything big enough | to carry a horse.
There's only one plane big enough, | Michael.
It's a private jet belonging to a wealthy horse dealer.
All right, | buddy, we got to beat them there.
I'm scanning a horse trailer and a | limousine less than a mile ahead, Michael.
No kidding.
Sounds like | our party.
Affirmative.
All right.
We'll take | them one at a time.
Hi.
l thought you left | the driving to the others.
How rude? He's trying to | make a sandwich out of us.
l think l have just | the thing to loosen him up.
Let's give them | a little fresh OJ.
Arm your oil jets.
Ready and waiting, Michael.
| Just the thing for a slick guy.
Good shot, buddy! One down, one to go.
| Okay, let's make our move.
Open the sun roof.
Now, as soon as l get out, jump in | front of them, box him on the rail.
Here l go.
You got it.
Damn! lt's him.
KlTT, be careful.
| Maxine's in here.
She's safe as a baby | in her mother's arms.
Watch it, KlTT! Wait a | minute, l gotta pull on this Go! Let go of me! You got enough for the run, but | not nearly enough for the stretch.
KlTT, have Devon notify the | authorities to pick them up.
Michael.
Look.
Welcome back, King Jack.
Welcome back.
How's she doing, KlTT? Fast enough to win | the Jackson Stakes tomorrow.
Right on.
Real Triple Crown winner, huh? l'm sure, even Man O' War | never looked better.
You've got yourself a real | champion, Max.
Thanks to Michael.
Where would l be without you? | Saddle shy in Atlanta.
So, l finally get to see you.
| What did you do to me, pal? Do l know you? | Know me? You told me Foster's Folly | was a sure thing.
He ran dead last.
| l told you that? Yeah.
KlTT, is there something | l should know here? Don't look at me.
| $20 l bet for you.
Big deal.
Me, l parlayed | my whole week's winnings.
Now l'm gonna have | to start working for a living.
KlTT? Did you bet a horse? | With Foundation money? Michael, I was just trying to bail | out your Auto Currency Statement.
Statistically, | I couldn't lose.
That's what they all say.
| Michael, can I ask you a favor? Yeah, partner, what is it? | Lend me $20.
No.