Knight Rider Page #2

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to elude

the car following us.

The what?

Don't suppose you know how

to fix a thrown rod, do you?

You think that's funny.

No. I'm not that vain.

But Dylan might.

No, I don't.

You should listen

to your mechanic.

Yeah, he's always

saying that.

We've got a problem here,

Mike.

Doesn't he ever talk?

You have a busted car,

which means no racing

and no income.

And you owe me $90...

$87...

$90,000.

Fine. Whatever.

Is this the part

where you break my legs?

What am I, stupid?

You're an army ranger.

Probably kick my ass.

That's why I have him.

Come on...

Mike.

You have until midnight

to get me my money.

Tonight?

Come on, man.

I'll get you your money.

But you gotta be reasonable.

Oh, oh, I have been.

For a long time.

And you know it.

How am I supposed

to come up with that?

Have a bake sale.

What do I care?

And if I can't?

Then Dylan disappears

into the Nevada Desert.

24 hours after that,

if I still do not have my money,

you'll join him.

There's an urban legend

about a car Graiman built

25 years ago

for Walton knight.

Supposedly possessed

the most advanced

artificial intelligence

ever created.

I don't see how a thinking car

is gonna help us.

It's the next step

in Prometheus.

They're still back there.

That is affirmative.

Are you going to slow down?

Negative.

Oh, god.

Whoa, what are you doing?

Eluding our tail.

What, are you crazy?

I do not believe so.

Wrong side.

Wrong side.

Oh, all right...

by using GPS radar

and real time

satellite imagery,

I have

all the data necessary

to safely navigate

these roads.

Great. Did my dad

get a chance to, um,

test this?

Not extensively, no.

Oh, god!

Yeah, this isn't fun

at all.

Sarah, your fear is irrational

and misplaced.

Welcome to the world

of being human.

Stop pressing our luck.

Welther will have them

from the air any minute.

Man, quit being

such a b*tch.

That's good.

Call me names.

How much more of this

do I have to take?

Kitt:
I could wait and time

the next pass,

but it may kill

the men following us.

Look,

I a compassionate person.

But so what?

One of my primary directives

is the preservation

of human life.

But your primary directive

is the preservation

of our lives, right?

That is the ideal outcome.

Then make the pass!

Oh, god!

God, I hate you.

Ah! Kitt,

I could kill you!

The satellite imagery

suggests they are unable

to continue the pursuit.

But there will be more

of them.

How soon can you get us

off this road?

We must continue

on this route for 23.8 miles.

Sarah:
Kitt, a stop sign!

There is another option,

however.

Kitt.

That's incredible.

And should provide

adequate cover

until we reach

our destination.

You mean

until we reach home.

Kitt,

my father is missing.

We're going home to find out

what happened to him.

And how will you

accomplish that?

I don't know yet.

If those men continue

to attack us,

how will you defend

yourself?

I have you.

Kitt:
Advanced as I am,

there are situations in which human help

will be required.

You're impossible.

Because you're my father.

I am not your father.

Okay. So where have you

been programmed to go?

My mission after ensuring

your safety

is to enlist the help

of Mike Traceur.

My father programmed you

to find Mike Traceur?

Carrie Rivai,

apple of my eye.

Donny Leeds is jonesing

to see you.

On your day off

no less.

What's the crisis?

This morning, our database

intercepted a report

that Charles Graiman

is dead.

Oh. No way.

You don't even know

who that is, do you?

No idea.

He was a civilian inventor

working on Prometheus

for the pentagon.

Oh, the remote control thing.

It's the remote system

by which all our military drones

are controlled

and our smart bombs

are guided.

Yeah,

the remote control thing.

So why'd they call you?

Because I knew him.

No, it's way beyond research.

Uh, look, Il...

Il check in with you

when we get a visual.

Let me know what you find

on Graiman's hard drives.

Where the hell

is this thing?

Take it down.

What?

They gotta be down there

somewhere.

I said take it down.

That car won't go anywhere

without her.

There's gotta be a better way

of tracking them.

Coroner's initial report

cites a heart attack.

We're not getting backup

until there's evidence

of foul play.

So when do we leave?

I'm leaving immediately.

I need something else

from you.

Graiman had a daughter,

Sarah.

She teaches at Stanford.

She hot? Sorry.

She was basically

his only connection

to the outside world.

Find her.

Make sure she's okay.

See if she's heard

from him.

Cool. Find the daughter.

Ensure her safety.

Got it. Consider it done.

You can count on me.

What is wrong with you?

What, like how?

My recall is 100% accurate.

Do you not know

Mike Traceur?

I knew him.

We grew up together.

But you do not

speak anymore.

I left for Stanford

and never heard from him again.

That's strange.

Why would he cut off

all contact?

Because he's immature

and selfish.

And why would your father

send us to him?

(Sarah)

Because my father

trusts him.

How far out of our way

do we have to go?

I am not yet sure

of that.

You don't know

where he lives?

Is this

the correct address?

No.

He hasn't lived there

in years.

In anticipation of that,

I have devoted

other resources

to finding him.

There are numerous images

of Mr. Traceur

in Las vegas over the last

ten months

and as recently as two days ago

at an ATM.

What?

How do you know that?

I scanned his face

into my database,

used profiler software

to search through faces

on the internet.

As well as various feeds

from public and private

security cameras.

That's not scary at all.

And Nevada power bills

a Mike Traceur

living just outside

of Las vegas.

But that's 600 miles away.

At maximum speed

baring any unforeseen

traffic anomalies,

we can be there in 3 hours

and 17 minutes.

You're kidding.

I do not kid.

You are sad.

Yes.

Do you know what that is?

I have a definition

of the term.

But you'll never feel it.

No.

But it is a fact

that all beings must die,

correct?

And despite that knowledge,

grief is inevitable?

Yes.

But sometimes

it's not that a person dies,

it's the circumstances.

I'm not sure

that I understand.

My mother left my father

a few years ago.

She just had it

with his eccentricities,

paranoia,

living in the middle

of nowhere.

He's a great father,

but not much of a husband.

You blamed your father

for your parents'

failed marriage.

I told him

that he'd driven her away.

It was the worst thing

I ever said to him.

And I never had a chance

to take it back.

You are talking

about regret.

I have no recent data

from Mrs. Graiman.

She died.

Last year.

To have so many years

as a family

and it might all end

like this just...

sucks.

That does "suck."

Why did you bring

this up?

It is widely documented

that verbally expressing

the root of an emotion

can help provide

peace of mind.

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