Knight Rider (1982) s04e09 Episode Script

It's sabotage, Michael, | I'm positive.
Who? I killed John, just as sure as | if I shot him.
Wait a minute.
He knew what could happen | when he got behind the wheel.
Well, it could | happen to you next.
An explosive device | set to blow the moment you lose motion.
Michael, bail out.
And whoever was behind it | tried to kill me.
You mean, the Flyer was sabotaged | during the race by a gunman? Knight Rider a shadowy flight into the | dangerous world of a man who does not exist.
Michael Knight, | a young Ioner on a crusade to champion | the cause of the innocent the helpless, the powerless in a world of criminals | who operate above the law.
Leading the race is John | Bender in the Thomas Flyer.
Way to go, John! Fuel | consumption's looking real good! Stretch it out! | Stretch it out! This is the one, Dad! | Yeah, sure is! Told you I was going | to change your luck! Yeah, it was | a long time coming! He does a great job | of driving.
He's overcome | a lot of bad luck.
He's pulling away! There's no stopping him now! Now leading after 184 laps, | John Bender in the Thomas Flyer.
Bender is starting to hug the field | as he gets into some heavy traffic.
Hang on, he's sliding.
| He's hit the wall.
You see, there's just | no reason for the crash.
Elena was my closest friend | in college.
Devon, she's the best | engineer I know.
And nothing she designed would | just lose control like that.
Granted, it seems | unlikely, Bonnie.
But what do you want | me to do? Lend me Michael.
He can get | to the bottom of this.
I'd be willing to go, Devon.
I'll | cover for Michael till he gets there.
No.
Michael is needed | in Cincinnati the Palmerston affair.
Not until Monday.
Give him to me | for 36 hours, that's all.
Their driver was killed.
Devon, their entire | life work is at stake.
This is the first real chance | they've had since Mac's accident.
Who else was the Foundation | created to serve, if not them? She's got a point | there, boss.
I mean, from everything | that Bonnie has told me it sounds like something | weird's been going down.
They're victims, Devon, they | need our help.
They deserve it.
Attaboy, boss.
You knew all | along you were going to give in.
Reginald.
You are just a righteous dude at heart.
Reginald.
You shouldn't | be so into hiding it.
Reginald! Spare me! Michael, these videos are | a complete waste of time.
Come on, KITT, | they got everything.
They got rhythm, | drama, excitement pretty girls.
Remember, ''music hath the charms | to soothe the savage breast.
'' Come on, pal, take a look.
I'm not only looking, Michael, | I'm showing it.
Very soothing.
Come on, loosen up.
Get | into it.
Feel the beat.
Yeah! If I keep feeling that beat, I won't | just loosen up, I'll fall apart.
No way! You're uni-welded.
| You can take it.
But I don't want it.
Yeah! Hey! | Devon's calling, Michael.
And if you ask me, | not a moment too soon.
Everybody's a critic | these days.
Hello, Devon, what's up? Bonnie needs your help, | Michael.
She's on her way to meet you at II | Cavallino, a restaurant on Route 14.
Well, I guess | we're on our way.
What's our ETA | to II Cavallino, pal? Racer's luck or driver | error, goes with the job.
It's not just the crash, | Michael.
It's just that Mac | and Elena are cursed.
All season long things | have been fouling up.
A backup engine | just disappears.
Transmissions that are | suddenly dry bolts unscrewing themselves.
It's sabotage, Michael, | I'm positive.
Who? I don't know.
Another team.
Somebody with a grudge.
That's what I need you | to find out.
They're racing the backup car at Riverside | tomorrow.
I'd like you to join them.
Find out what happened | and protect them.
All right.
| KITT and I'll check it out.
If it is sabotage, | we'll get to the bottom of it.
But if it's not, and your | buddy Elena screwed up if it's faulty engineering, | I got to be honest with you no matter who it hurts.
What Elena doesn't know about race | car design hasn't been invented.
She didn't screw up.
Steve.
You got a second? For you, always.
Trouble is, lately that's | all you ever have for me.
Steve, it's over.
That's | the way it's got to be.
Come back | and drive for us.
You know I got a deal | with Altfield.
What you've got | is a handshake.
Besides, Wayne said that it | was okay for me to talk to you.
So make me an offer.
Altfield's | talking $300,000 a year.
Since you guys gave me my first | ride, I'll do it for $250,000.
Steve, if we don't finish near the | top here our sponsor will bail out.
Did I miss something | or what? I mean, did you offer me | the $250,000? You know we can't | go that high.
Every cent's tied up | in our cars.
I'm asking you | for your help.
Listen, driving has always | been a mix of business and pleasure | with me, Lenie, you know that.
Trouble is, honey, I don't | see this paying off either way.
Don't put it on that basis, | Steve.
Please.
That paint job would stun | a blind man at 50 paces.
Come on, pal, | racing's a colorful sport.
It's all a part | of the spectacle.
Well, I have no intention | of ever becoming one.
It was Henry Ford who said, ''Any | color, as long as it's black.
'' And I agree.
| Elegant, quiet, basic black.
Speaking of quiet, I think we're more likely | to fall into some useful information if we don't blow in | like a hurricane, all right? Low profile.
You know me, Michael.
Compared to these rolling billboards, | I'll be the soul of discretion.
Well, is she | having any luck? She's real persuasive, | Mr.
Altfield, but I guess I'm still driving | for you.
Oh, come on, honey, | you can't expect the boy to give up a good ride | to go with us.
Dad.
Now, you know I kid | about this all the time but if you two are serious | about staying competitive you could do a lot worse | than coming in with me.
Oh, come on, Wayne, we've | gone over this all before.
Altfield and Thomas racing.
It'd be kind of like a well, like a family affair, | huh, Lenie? Wayne, I'm an independent, | you know that.
I know, I know.
I know it's | just a dream, I understand that.
Still, if you want | a driver I'll see if I can find | somebody who wants a ride.
I'm looking for a ride.
Miss Thomas.
| Who are you? Name's | Michael Knight.
Looking for a driver, | aren't you? I've never heard of you.
Where have you raced? Here and there.
| Famous track, here and there.
Son, we need an experienced, | open wheel racer, not a rookie.
I know that, sir.
| What's the track record here? What if I hit 120? | Will you give me a shot? That's a pretty | bold offer, son.
You know, | I kind of like it.
Dad! Put an unknown behind the | wheel of a $200,000 race car? It's the only one we have.
| It's crazy.
Do you even have your ticket? | Of course I got my ticket.
I'll show it to you right | after I complete the lap in my T-top.
Oh, come on, | Mr.
Knight All right, honey, honey.
| I still run this here team.
Come here.
You know, her objection | makes sense.
Being an underdog, I feel | sympathy for a fellow canine.
But, son if you can do a lap at, say, 117, | 120 in that you got yourself a deal.
Every dog has his day.
| Something tells me today is ours.
Thank you.
All right! | Tires at optimum temperature.
Guess we're ready | for a hot lap, huh? A hot lap? Michael, I can run a lap | twice as fast as those cars with one wheel | tied behind my axle.
You know that, | and I know that but we don't want | to look too good here.
Remember, low profile.
Yes, Michael.
Giving that boy a try, hey, Mac? Yeah.
What's he got? | Nothing.
Nothing but confidence.
How you coming | on my competition license? I've already inserted your | name in the card computer.
I want it a hard copy.
I'm imprinting the official | seal now, Michael.
Hey! Voil?! Thank you very much.
Yeah! I haven't seen a drive | like that since we were kids.
Nice, KITT.
Real nice.
Boy, have you got yourself | a driver.
And what a driver! Elena, qualifying ends in | two hours.
Now, are we ready? I'm trying the best | I can, Dad.
What's the matter? I could | use an extra pair of hands.
Wayne? | Hmm.
You know how you always | offer when I need it? Have you got | a spare mechanic? Why, sure.
I can | let you have Alfie Girdler.
Oh, great! Great, ol' buddy, | thanks! Oh, come on, will you? What? We're all family, aren't we? Come on! Son I want to tell you something, | I am impressed.
Thank you very much, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Yeah, that's pretty good | for a solo run.
What do you mean, pretty good? | That was real good.
Hey! We got ourselves | a driver.
Do you care | to make it unanimous? I think we're all | forgetting something.
My ticket? Come on! This is going to | take a team effort, isn't it? My.
Hello? Yes, he is.
Hold on.
It's for you.
He says | he's a client.
Yes? Yes, I heard | from my Swiss friend.
He tells me you deposited | another $10,000.
What's that, a bonus? Sure, I can use more work.
| Living on water is expensive and gets boring.
He's got a name? K- N-I G- H-T.
That's my technique.
I always make it | look like an accident.
Michael Knight.
Racing is a dangerous game isn't it? Dad, he's 10 miles | an hour off the pace.
Lenie, that's only | his first lap.
He gets three | to qualify.
Come on! You know, Mac? Maybe you should have let | him qualify in his own car.
That one's | jackrabbit fast.
Maybe not.
Michael, I'm tracking you at 10 miles per hour | off the pace.
Thanks, buddy.
I'm putting | my foot into it now.
Boy, I'd like to see | the mill he's got under here.
Stop that, right this minute.
| Huh? How do you open | this here hood? You don't.
It would be | an invasion of my privacy.
I'm sure you'd rather be examined | by your own mechanic, or doctor whichever best applies.
Five miles an hour faster.
| Not awful.
Lon! | Yo.
Get over here | with that watch.
He's coming around | for his final lap.
Michael, your car picks up a three-foot sway | going into a turn and needs additional rpm's | on the downsweep.
Thanks, buddy.
That's much better, Michael.
But I would suggest you adjust | your steering to this new pattern.
You're right again, pal.
| I got it now.
It's been a while since I've | gone this fast in another car.
Could have used you sooner.
Hey, that puts us right | in the middle of the grid.
Yeah, well, the pro would've gained | a lot more than that on his third run.
Nice going, | son.
That's good.
Thanks, Mac.
The tires are | too slick.
Better go | to the softer compound.
Don't tell me how to | set up the Flyer, rookie.
I wouldn't think of it.
We need | a softer compound and I'm missing 200 revs | from the top end.
You got it.
Alfie Girdler.
Glad to meet you.
Thanks.
Is there anything else | you'd like me to install? A coffeemaker, a Jacuzzi? The only luxury I need right now | is a smile from your little face.
Relax! | Things are going just fine.
All right, come on.
Let's | get this show on the road.
Dennis, come on.
Give him a | hand over here.
Let's get this Pardon me.
| Have you got a minute? Yeah.
This car of yours did you ever hear it talk? My car, talk? | Yeah.
You know, as a matter of fact, sometimes | driving on a long, hot summer night I swear | I can hear it talk to me.
Really? What do you do? Get the ball | joints lubed, clears it right up.
See you.
That figures.
This ought to do nicely.
Usual fee? | Well I figure it's worth double, | easy.
Special equipment.
Okay.
Just so it's done | this afternoon.
There's a special reception | for owners and drivers at II Cavallino.
The gas tank.
Knight's not going | to no reception.
He's going to a barbecue.
Hi.
Aren't you going | to the reception? Well, I was, but I | think my starter's out.
I'm going to need a lift.
I don't think | I'll make it.
So, what do you think | caused the crash? Mechanical failure | or driver error? I did.
It's something | that I fouled up.
I killed John, just as | sure as if I shot him.
Wait a minute.
He was a pro, he knew what could | happen when he got behind that wheel.
Yeah, well, it could | happen to you next.
I know that.
I wouldn't take the risk if | I didn't believe in the car.
And in you.
It is a good car, isn't it? | You know it is.
Now, come on, there's a | reception waiting for us I hear they've got serious | music and I love to dance.
All right.
| I'll go get my car.
Thanks, Michael.
| No problem.
Okay, KITT, | like I said before I need a complete metallurgical stress | analysis on the frame and suspension and an engine fail-rate | simulation on the first Flyer.
I want to know | what happened and why.
And pick me up at II | Cavallino, will you, pal? dd Oh! Yes! Hey, Lenie, let's dance.
| Come on.
Sorry, Steve, I promised | this one to Michael.
Team loyalty, you know? It's okay.
You know, he's probably | really good at the slow stuff like foxtrots and waltzes.
Like the way you drive.
You ought | to try it sometime.
Go through life with | your foot to the floor you blow right past | the stuff that counts.
Please don't do that.
Ball joints? I ain't crazy.
You can talk.
In that order, | no, yes, and yes.
Great! Would you answer a couple | of questions for me? Must I? Must I? Boy! You really are a snob! How would you like me | to punch your fender in? I guess I must.
But later.
| I have an appointment to keep.
Hey! Wait a minute! Come back here, | you overgrown roller skate! I wanna see your engine! I'm busy, old boy.
Oh, drat.
Who's driving? May I? | You got it.
She really likes | her Uncle Wayne.
Incredible.
Look at that old fox, | would you? You two go way back, | don't you? About as far | as there is.
Starting with Quarter Midgets | at the Doon, lowa fair.
Yeah? Who won? | Who won? Wayne, it was | always Wayne.
I won the tin trophies, all | right, but who got the girl? Oh, yeah, I guess I nipped you at the | checkered flag on that one, didn't I, Ace? I was even going along | on the honeymoon, but Beth drew the line at that.
Oh, Lenie you are one lucky | young lady! You look like your mother, not | like old crankcase-face over there.
Oh, come on! All right, | I'll buy you a drink, okay? After Dad hit the wall at | Indy, it's like he died.
Driving was his life.
So you want | to keep his dream alive? Yes.
At 17, I could rebuild | an Offy blindfolded spit like a camel | and swear like a Marine.
Must've been a real big | hit in Sunday school.
Seriously, Michael, I paid | my dues in this business.
That's why | - That's why when a mysterious rookie comes along | who's talking big you find it hard to trust.
It's not just you, anybody.
If we lose tomorrow, | it's not just the race or that Dad and I will have no | more than the clothes on our backs.
It's everything that's | kept Dad going will be gone.
That's not gonna happen.
| I promise.
KITT, pal! Pick me up.
I'm almost there, Michael.
You stay here, | I'll come back for you.
Don't leave me here, please.
Just do as I say.
| It's me they're after.
I'll lead them away.
Alright KITT, | I'm going after him.
See if you can identify him.
Michael, he should have | zigged instead of zagged.
I know, buddy.
Any vital signs? Too late, | Michael.
Vital signs are negative.
Did you get a picture | of the driver? I have one, Michael.
But as you can see, it will be difficult | to get an identification from it.
All right.
Thanks for trying.
Notify the authorities, pal, | there's nothing more we can do here.
Are you sure | you're all right? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
| Thanks.
Who would want to kill us? I told you it was me | they were after.
Why? What makes you so sure? Give me one minute and I might | be able to answer that question.
KITT, what did your analysis | turn up on the wrecked Flyer here? The crash was the result of failure | of the left rear wheel, Michael.
Caused by? I'm not sure.
My scan detected traces | of lead on both sides of the brake.
As well as microscopic grains | of cordite.
I don't believe this.
A talking microscope | on wheels? Sounds to me like | an explosive bullet, pal.
Good thinking, Michael.
That round would have been fired | from an Anderson sniper special.
A very rare weapon.
You mean the Flyer was sabotaged | during the race by a gunman? Yeah.
And whoever was behind it | tried to kill me because he knew | we were close to finding out.
We? Michael, if you don't tell me about | this car right now, I'll slug you.
KITT, I think our cover | has been blown.
Introduce yourself.
Miss Thomas, I am the Knight | Industries Two Thousand.
Knight Industries? Wait a sec.
You're Bonnie's work, | aren't you? I'd know it anywhere.
In a way, | we're both Bonnie's work.
And I think | it's just about time to bring the Foundation | in on this all the way.
Speed Iocation of first impact secondary bullet path and the vector back to the exact firing position, | which is on the hillside | along the track.
Bonnie, can you make a | recognizable face out of that mess? No.
I've been trying to | for an hour.
That's as good | as it gets.
Well, KITT's got another one | you can take a whack at.
The driver of the car that | tried to kill Elena and me.
That could take | a while.
But Michael has to race in four | hours.
With my head in his sights.
Come on, now, | do the best you can.
We gotta get back | to the track.
You'll do nothing | of the kind, Michael.
Turn whatever evidence you have | over to the proper authorities.
You're due in Cincinnati, | you know that.
But Devon- | I'm sorry, Bonnie the time restriction | was clear.
But if Michael doesn't race- | Wait a minute.
Devon, what's | more important here? Personal safety and livelihood | of these people or a con man selling counterfeit | Rembrandts to a museum? Come on.
Michael, you know me | altogether too well.
How much time do you need? Seven | hours till the checkered flag drops.
You got eight.
Let's go! The way you guys | are going at it you'd think you'd actually | have a chance of winning.
A good chance, Steve.
Now shove off, will you? | Sure.
I'll shove that rookie right | off the track while I'm at it.
Hey, you pull | anything like that- Take it easy, Elena.
He's | just trying to psyche me out.
I'd be working on my own car, | if I were you trying to squeeze | every rev you can out of it.
Listen, hotshot, you waltzed | in here and you lucked out and you got a ride.
That doesn't mean it's going | to be that easy to grab Elena.
Hey, nobody's grabbing | anybody, Steve.
You heard the lady.
Now, you got a problem with me, why | don't we just settle it after the race.
Oh, you got that right, | Knight.
This isn't over.
No, you're right.
| It's not over.
But it's not me | you've got to beat, man.
It's the Flyer.
All right, cool off, | Steve.
Your job is driving my car, not | going 10 rounds with my friends.
Sorry, folks.
All right, now listen.
| Forget about that Let me show you | what he's picked out.
Michael, Bonnie's calling.
Yeah, I'm on my way.
You got something for me, | Bonnie? Yes, an ID on the driver | of the car that attacked you.
One Jonathan Tunkel, | 124 Industrial Way.
Terrific.
Get over here | and fill in Mac and Elena while KITT and I check it out.
All right, plot me | the most direct course.
All right, | give me a personnel scan.
I want to know | who I'm up against.
No one, it's empty, Michael.
| The door's not even locked.
This is an easy one.
That's | too easy.
Could be a trap.
All right, scan for chemical | compounds, now, will you? I'm picking up a high concentration | of potassium nitrate charcoal, and sulfur | directly behind the door.
English? | Gunpowder.
Gunpowder.
All right.
Let's open the door | from here.
Any more surprises? | It looks clear.
Looks like it was | put together by a pro.
Well, we know Tunkel | couldn't have done this.
That's right, Michael, | but who? Maybe somebody | Tunkel was working for who knows I'm still | in one piece.
Maybe somebody | Tunkel was talking to.
Scan this for impressions from | the last couple of notes, will you? I can discern the name | of F.
Lurani, Michael.
Does it mean anything to you? Sure does! Fredo Lurani.
Hit man extraordinaire.
KITT, he lives on a boat.
He | could be anywhere along the coast.
Don't despair, Michael.
I have what | appears to be an address coming through.
Slip 202, Bayshore M.
That's gotta be it.
| Bayshore Marina.
Slip 202.
Let's go.
Get Bonnie at the garage, will | you, pal? Right away, Michael.
Bonnie, it's for you.
Bonnie, we're gonna be | cutting it close.
The race is about to start, | Michael, where are you? Just have the car ready.
We got a fix on the killer.
KITT and I are gonna | take him out first.
Good luck, Michael.
| Be careful.
Bonnie, is he all right? Will | he be here on time for the race? He'll be here, Elena, | I promise.
But the killer won't.
Michael's | on his way to nail him now.
Thanks.
I'll be ready for him | if he shows.
Very seaworthy, Michael.
| Hmmm.
Good on land, too.
The boat, Michael.
| Oh, yeah, well he's there, all right.
And if that girl's anything | to go on, pretty darn relaxed.
Cover me, will you? | Right behind you, Michael.
Amazing how many people die in | boating accidents these days.
Michael, are you all right? Michael, there's been a | disturbance in your vital signs.
Lurani's escaping.
| Come in, please.
KITT! I'm on my way.
KITT! | I see you, Michael.
I need a hand.
The grappling hook.
| My thought exactly, Michael.
Okay! How much longer till the | race? Ten minutes, Michael.
But you need to rest.
| You swallowed a lot of water.
Yeah, give me 80% oxygen | plus 20 psi.
Guess this is the price I had | to pay to identify the killer.
Thanks.
All right, notify the | authorities to pick up Lurani.
He's probably headed | for the airport.
Let's go into Super Pursuit | Mode.
We're out of here.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome | to the 20th annual running of the Coast 500.
We're blessed with a | beautiful day out here today with the temperatures | in the 70s.
Lurani was warned.
He knew I was coming.
| Yes, but by who? Anyone who overheard | our call to Bonnie.
Steve Cochran? No, he's too | small a man for that big a hate.
Elena and Bonnie, | they sure aren't suspects.
Well, what do you think? All right, we'll get out there.
Come on! Give me a rundown on Mac | Thomas' insurance policies.
He has $500,000 coverage on | the assets of Thomas Racing.
No kidding! That's a lot more than he's | got tied up in his team.
All right, fraud puts him | on our list.
Next, Wayne Altfield.
If Mac's team is replaced | by Altfield as top dog what's he stand to lose? Conservatively, about $800,000 | a year, Michael.
But his total earnings | are many times that.
He can afford the loss easily | and he is Mac's best friend.
Not much to go on, is it? All right, close up.
Michael, you had us | scared stiff.
I know the feeling, | dry and wet.
At least I made it | on time.
Did you get the guy? No, | but he thinks he got me.
I think I bought us | some time.
Better get mounted up, son.
Stay in KITT.
| Keep his scanners peeled, huh? Lenie, Mac, | good luck, you two.
KITT, get a snapshot of this, | will you, pal? Something for | the family album, Michael? I don't know yet.
Maybe something for | Dick Tracy's Crimestoppers' Textbook.
Go get 'em! KITT, the tachometer is reading | way off.
Could be something loose.
Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I'm | betting something's been planted.
I'll run a scan | during the pace lap.
I've got a problem, Bonnie.
Michael, there's too much interference | from all the unshielded ignitions.
Get it up, guys.
| Green flag's coming up.
We'll keep working on it | during the race.
Back, Steve, back.
| Don't rush it.
A yellow flag is up.
The emergency crews are | on their way to the crash.
He appears to be all right.
Let's bring him in.
| Let's bring him in.
Bring him in.
Right side, | Girdler.
Just eight laps left to go.
There he is! Michael, we can scan you now, | but only as you pass our position.
It'll take several laps.
Just do it, pal, I've got my | hands full trying to catch Cochran.
An explosive device, C-4, | activated in your last pit stop set to blow the moment you | lose motion or overheat.
Michael, bail out! We could blow the grandstand if | I do.
Where's the bomb planted? Directly behind you, Michael.
Okay, Bonnie's the one | that's got to bail out.
Get moving and meet me at the | run-out lane after the S's on Turn 7.
Okay.
Pop the trunk, pal.
There you go.
| That's a boy.
Hold it! Michael Knight! KITT, meet me in the pits.
There's the checkered flag.
| The race is over.
Michael Knight, a rookie at | this track, has won the race.
He's heading for the pits.
Wait a minute, folks, | this is very strange.
Winning must be a new | experience for this driver.
I know it is | for the Thomas Racing Team.
Hey, where's he going? Congratulations, Michael.
Couldn't have done it | without you, pal.
All right, | let's head for the garage.
Behind you, Michael.
Afternoon, Wayne.
Oh, come on, Knight.
| You're just guessing.
Nope.
Took me a little while | to put the pieces together.
It was the money angle | that threw me off.
What would I want | with more money? Yeah, you're right.
If it wasn't the money, | then it had to be Elena.
You know what's plain | as the nose on your face? On both your faces? She's your daughter, right, | KITT? Correct, Michael.
Elena's face shares 67 points of similarity | with Wayne's, but only five with Mac's.
It's pretty clear.
All right, her mother, Beth, | and I, yes, we were lovers.
She broke it off, | but Elena is mine.
He stole Beth from me, he | stole my daughter from me and now he's trying to steal | my place in racing.
But I gave her, her genes.
I gave her, her education- Everything except | for a father's love.
I got that from Mac, | thank God.
Go on, get out of here.
| No, I can't pretend anymore.
You knew? Mom told me | right before she died.
Sure, Wayne, you helped us | out with money but when you found out | you couldn't buy me you tried | to destroy everything.
Come on.
| What do you want to do? Kill him.
Uh-uh.
Both of them have to go.
No, no! Wait a minute.
No, I'll square things | with Lenie.
And leave a witness? | Not a chance.
KITT! Whistle for the cops, | will you, pal? Certainly, Michael.
What's up, guys? Well, Michael, it came to my | attention that you were forced to abandon the usual accolades | awarded to the winner of a race.
Well, it wasn't easy ignoring all those | trophy queens and their phone numbers.
Well, they've moved on | to the next race.
And, of course, Mac and Elena | already have the trophy.
However, we still | put together a little victory lane celebration | just for you.
Well, thank you | very much.
I think this one | just suits me fine.
And the traditional laurel | wreath.
Thank you very much.
And just in case you | thought we'd forgotten and no celebration | would be complete without the traditional | bottle of bubbly.
You shouldn't have.
Well, come on, | Michael, open it.
Yeah, the winner always | shares with his crew.
Well tradition is tradition, | and since you are my crew, | I think that Oh, RC, you shouldn't | have said that.
I knew I shouldn't | have said that.
Michael, | don't you think this is