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(MUSIC)

(COMMENTATOR CHATTERING
ON SCREEN)

COMMENTATOR: Loose ball!
- Oh!

COMMENTATOR: Picked up by...

The SSC has requested
we review your cover
identity together.

Hey, are you
babysitting, now?

You know, you don't
have to do everything
you're told.

(COMMENTARY CONTINUES)

KITT: The SSC has requested
we review your cover identity
together.

Okay! Okay.

Cover is Jack Miller.

Newberry, Kansas.
Marine Corps.
Special Forces.

I assaulted my CO,
skipped my court-martial.
Currently listed as AWOL.

Happy?

I have a question, Michael.
Why would a solider assault
his own commanding officer?

War can make a man
do all kinds of things
he can't explain.

Kind of like women.

Don't listen to him, KITT.

He may know war, but what
he thinks he knows about
women is far more dangerous.

KITT, run the algorithm
on the new transform system.
Let's make sure it's clear.

Commencing
algorithmic preview.

I gotta say, the whole
brainiac, gearhead thing,
very hot.

Shouldn't you be
getting your game face
on or something?

Who says I'm not?

What are you doing
this weekend?

Nothing.
None of your business.

Nothing. For your birthday?

Just stay home alone.
Watch TV.

The alone part
sounds really nice.

When I get back,
I'm taking you out
and getting you drunk.

We're celebrating.
That's a promise.

Wow!
That sounds like a dream date.
I will count the hours.

Whoa, there, speed racer!
What happened to your face?

Oh, I was playing basketball
and caught an elbow.

Caught an elbow?

Looks more like three
or four elbows and a knee.

It's not that bad, okay.

Really? You look like
something that should
have stayed in Vegas.

(SIGHS) I got into
an argument with some idiot
over cracks for Warcraft,

and I took a beat down, okay?

There! Are we all
in the loop now?
Awesome.

His name is
Walt Cooperton.

He runs a private
military organization.

He was into a lot
of nasty business in Iraq.

Kind of stuff doesn't
make the evening news.

Mercenaries.

Six months ago,
DoD terminated his contract

at the request
of the State Department.

It must have been
pretty messy,

since State's not releasing
any of the details.

Now, he's operating
a compound
outside of Phoenix,

training a private militia.

Hard core extremists,
constitutionalists.
A real fun crowd.

Legally,
we can't touch him.

The compound
is privately owned.

Claims he's just
training for company
missions overseas.

But you don't
believe him.

Take a look at this.

Our own
Declaration of Independence

states that
to secure our rights,

governments are instituted
amongst men.

Deriving their just powers
from the consent
of the governed.

And when government
becomes destructive
of these ends,

it is the right
of the people
to abolish it.

I say beyond that,
it is their sacred duty.

Looks like someone
found religion.

ALEX: A little
more than that.

Two weeks ago,
he purchased state of the art
remote triggering devices.

We're talking military grade,
for multi-megaton
ballistic weaponry.

Guy's definitely got
an attitude problem.

We need you to infiltrate
Cooperton's group and find out

what he's planning to do
with all his new toys.

And disable all their
operational capability.

There goes the weekend.

KITT: One more thing, Michael.

There must be no communication
with me or the SSC.

If you are wearing the earwig,
it will be detected.

Anything else?
Maybe I should do the whole
mission blindfolded.

One arm tied behind my back?

Doing it with one arm
was mentioned in the dossier.

Wait, was that a joke?

Did you just
make a joke, KITT?

Prepare for transformation.

KITT: Transformation complete.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

BILLY: (SIGHS)
Mike's out there,
taking on the world.

I can't even take on
one gamer geek.

So, do something about it.

Grow a pair
and learn how to fight.

Who's going to teach me?

(LAUGHS) You?

(GROANS)

Rec room, tonight.
And don't make me
come looking for you.

Zoe. Go easy on him.

(GROANS)

Easy is not my speed.

KITT: His name is Oren Moss.

He was affiliated with
a militia group in Utah

before he became
Cooperton's lieutenant.

Just the idiot
I need to talk to.

Michael, my sensors indicate
that these men are armed.

It would not be wise
to approach them without
a means of defending yourself.

One thing
about soldiers, KITT.

They are eyes
forward predators.

You can lure them anywhere
if they think you're prey.

(EXCLAIMS)

Oh, man! These are good.

You weren't planning
on eating these, were you?

(GRUNTS) You're going
to get hurt, cowboy.

I'm not a cowboy.
I'm a Marine.

Name is Jack Miller.
I'm looking
for Walt Cooperton.

Don't know him.

If I were at liberty to do so,
me and my boys here
would turn you into a puddle.

But I'm not at liberty.

If you got a brain
in your head,

you'll get your dumb ass
back in that truck and drive.

Out of the way, cowboy.

Well, KITT,
let's get us some Hummer.

KITT: Michael, I heard
Moss threaten to turn you
into a puddle.

While that is physically
impossible,

it was rather direct.

Perhaps another approach
would be prudent.

No, this is the fun part.

This is where
the hunt begins.

Take it easy, Mike.
These guys know this
back country inside and out.

Everyone, relax.
I know what I'm doing.

We are completely surrounded.

Shall I initiate
defensive protocols?

No, they've got me
right where I want them.

Mike, what the hell
is going on?

Shut down
all communications.

SARAH: Wait! KITT! Do not...

I'm in.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS) You've got
pretty nice form.

Except you keep
dropping your lead hand.

Someone's going
to get you good
if you're not careful.

Let's try this again.
What are you doing here?

You know,
I bet when you smile,
you really light up a room.

(GROANS)
MAN: Get up.

KITT: Michael's endorphin
and adrenaline levels
are excessively elevated,

indicating the probability
of internal injuries.
Shall I intervene?

This is what Mike
is trained for.

We can't compromise
the mission.

You're going to have to take
a breath sooner or later.

And when you do, your lungs
will fill with water
and you're going to drown.

Okay! Okay!
I'll talk! Please.

(PANTING)
The reason I'm here is...

Oh, I forgot. Damn!
I lost it. I swear.

It was right there
on the tip of my tongue.

Hey, I'm kind of thirsty.

Do you think
I could get some water?

All right.
That's enough.

Well, I see
you've met my girl.

Yeah, she's a real
delicate flower.

(MIKE SIGHS)

Let's talk.

So, you have
a Navy Cross,
Bronze Star.

Purple Heart, three times.

Never afraid to take
one for the team.

Hmm.

You were with OEF
at Mazar-i-Sharif?

Yeah, I was part
of the drop team
that took the compound.

What kind of support
did you have?

F/A-18 Hornets,
Daisy Cutters, AC-130's.

They tore them up
for us pretty good.

You must have
joint-opped
with the 337th.

Those are some
hard charging humps.

I heard that.

I guess I'd know for sure
if I was in South Korea.

337th never rotated
in theater.

Don't screw with me, sir.

I danced at your
welcome party,

and I'm not complaining,

but if you don't
want me here,
just say the word.

This country was founded
on a healthy distrust
of authority.

"Live Free or Die."
That is America.

Now, some 230 years later,
we've traded a British despot
for a new breed of tyranny.

The federal government.

It will not stand.
Not as long as there
is breath in my lungs.

You'll find
I'm like-minded in that, sir.

Good.

Get yourself cleaned up.
We chow in an hour.

KITT, can you hear me?

KITT: Good to hear
your voice again, Michael.

I'm going to scope things
out tonight
and see what I can find.

You're going
to have to be my eyes.

KITT: We will have
a satellite overhead.

Do not worry.
I have got your six.

That is the correct
usage of the expression,
is it not?

I got your back,
you got mine.
That's how we roll.

Talking to yourself
in the can?

What are you?
Some kind of PTSD
whack job?

Maybe I am.

Or maybe you're just
hearing the voices again.

You like hurting people,
don't you, sweetheart?

Why? You want to get hurt?

You and I have
unfinished business.

Hands aren't tied now.
Might make it a little
more interesting.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Oh, you do like it rough,
don't you?

That's what I thought.

KITT: Do you think
she believes that?

We'll find out.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

I said punch me.
Not feel me up.

All right, jeez.

(GRUNTS)

No wonder you got
your butt kicked, Billy.

Are you even sure
you've got a Y-chromosome?
Let's check under the hood.

Cut it out!

A little aggression. Nice.

That's what I'm talking about.
So, come on. Now, hit me.

I'm not going
to hit a girl.

Oh, really? I'm not saying
you're going to hit me.

I'm saying take
your best shot, bitch.

(GROANS)

Rule one,

if you're going to make
the first move, make it count.

You see an opening,
you take it, hard.

Let's do it again.

(KITT HUMMING)

KITT, you ready?

KITT: I am ready, Michael.

Okay, KITT, talk to me.
- Michael, be careful.

There is a guard approaching
from behind your cover.

KITT: You are
clear to proceed.

(KITT HUMMING)

Okay, KITT, what's next?

KITT: Cooperton's tent
is to your 12:00.

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Base to unit three.
What's your 20?

Unit three, copy.
Finished sweeping area four.
It's all clear.

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Copy that.

Deploy along the south
fence to the perimeter.

Roger that.
Deploying along the south
fence to the perimeter.

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING)

MIKE: Sarah, you out there?

I've got you.

KITT, I'm uploading
an application

that should penetrate
Cooperton's firewall.

Let me know when you're in.

Stupid.

(KITT HUMMING)

KITT: I have access, Sarah.

Okay, now it's a party.

KITT, we're looking
for any documents
that might clue us in

on what this guy's
been up to.

I'm also going to need
schematics of the compound.

If he's hiding a weapon,
we need to find it.

KITT: Pulling up schematics.
Searching for weapons.

Château Margaux, '86.

Something's not
right here, Sarah.

Are you kidding?

That is an epic
bottle of wine.

The guy's got
a diamond Rolly,

a closet full
of $6,000 suits,

and come on,
maybe if the wine were
Californian, I'd believe it.

But no self-respecting,
far right freak is going
to drink French wine.

Yeah, what a waste.

KITT, search Cooperton's
computer for personnel files.

Run backgrounds
on everyone.

They'll have aliases
and assumed identities,
so you'll have to go deep.

Go deepest
on Cooperton, himself.

I want to know
everything about him
since the day he was born.

KITT: I will get right on it.

But I think
I have found something.

There is a large structure
at the southeast perimeter.

I am picking up
traces of explosives.

Let's check it out.

There's nothing here, KITT.

KITT: I am still picking up
traces of explosives.

Whatever they have
must be large-scale,

to leave such a strong
chemical fingerprint.

Tap into the compound's
video security files.

If they moved it,
we need to know where.

KITT: Michael,
you need to leave at once.

Someone is approaching, fast.

(GRUNTING)

I told you about
dropping that lead hand.

Who are you? Really?

Jack Miller. 232nd. Zulu.

Give it a rest, Jack.
Who sent you? NSA? FBI?

My name's Cassandra Banks.
MI6. We've been tracking
Cooperton for over a year.

MI6? What, like,
License to Kill?
Double "O" status?

In her Majesty's
secret service?
That MI6?

(LAUGHS) What am I
supposed to call you?
Jane Bond?

Sure, if I can call you
G.I. Jackass.

If you're MI6,
how come my people
don't know you're here?

Are we supposed
to ring them up

and wait for someone
like you to stumble in

a few days before our
target is about to attack?

He's going in
the next few days?
- Best guess.

Cooperton
has acquired a massive
conventional weapon.

A modified,
smaller scaled MOAB.
It's quite the little prize.

What's he planning
on doing with it?

It's a demolitions bomb.
I would venture he's planning
to knock something down.

Brilliantly deduced.
The target.

I don't know.

Are you going
to lower your weapon?

Are you?

Go. Take her alive,
if you can.

You've got a nice
accent there, honey.

But, still, how do I know
you're not setting me up?

I haven't opened fire, yet.

That only tells me
that you want to live.

It doesn't tell me
whose side you're on.

Look, about six months ago,

I thought Cooperton
was onto me.

So, I scuttled
my communications.

I've been
in the dark since.

So, if you're
who you say you are,

I'm rather glad
you're here.

KITT: Michael,
there are several
armed guards approaching.

I've located a side exit.
It is directly to your left.

I will meet you there
in 10 seconds.

Got it.
Make it a party for two.

You have someone else
on the inside?

It's a little hard
to explain. Come on.

Who's bloody driving?

Just get in!

KITT, let's go!
KITT: Occupant Restraint
System active.

KITT?
You're talking to your truck?

KITT: It is a pleasure
to meet you, Cassandra.

And he's talking to me?

Let's see Bond's car do that.

Let's go!

Move! Move!

Michael, my sensors
indicate the road ahead
is heavily mined.

Please secure yourselves.

I am initiating
evasive maneuvers.

(EXCLAIMS)

KITT: Transformation
will improve my mobility.

MIKE: KITT, transform now!

(CASSANDRA SCREAMS)

(CRASHING)

Are you all right?
- I think so.
- KITT, are you all right?

KITT: We have hit a mine
in mid-transformation,

compromising
multiple systems.

Can you get us out
of this ditch?

My systems are not
responding.

I am unable to access
my diagnostic protocols
to fully assess damage.

(GROANS) I take that as a no.

Michael, you will
be captured if you
do not leave now.

Sarah! KITT's down!

SARAH ON SPEAKER:
We're on it, Mike.
Get yourself out of there!

No, I'm not leaving him.

KITT: Michael, go. Now.

WALT: They're
right over there!

OREN: Watch the side!

Go to the other side.

Find them.
Shoot them on sight.

OREN: Come on,
let's go! Go!

KITT ON EARWIG: Michael?

KITT! What's your status?
Tell me what
I'm working with.

The blast must have
breached a vulnerability

in my undercarriage
during transformation.

I am going to attempt
accessing diagnostics
by shutting down

and re-booting
with my secondary mainframe.

Okay, you got
any intel for me,
before you go night-night?

Your opponent has
superior numbers,

and an advanced knowledge
of the terrain.

Okay, tell me something
I don't know.

The amount of knowledge
that you don't know, would
take multiple lifetimes...

KITT, I need options.
- As I am unable
to assist you directly,

your best option
is to move south
towards the river.

How far south?

How do you feel about Rio?

OREN: That's them, over there!

KITT: Initiating shut down.

(KITT BLEEPING)

(CHATTERING)

You! That way.
Go, go, go, go!

SARAH: Okay, Mike.
We're flying blind, here.

Temporary.
Just until KITT
is back online.

(GASPS)

Okay. We made it to the river
and I'm telling you
this isn't going to work.

You need to find
us another route.

Let me see
what I can find.

Mike, I'm looking
at your coordinates.
There's just no other way.

I'm telling you we can't
make it down to the river.
The descent is too steep.

There is one way.

Oh, hell, no!
You've got to be
kidding me, right?

(KITT HUMMING)
- Sarah, KITT's back up.

Oh, thank God, KITT,
I thought you said the river
was our best option.

It is. You have
approximately a 30 percent
chance of survival.

If you make it across
the river compared
with the near certainty

of being shot
if you do not.

(LAUGHING) Always looking
on the bright side.

He's right, Mike.
If you can get
to the other side,

I have coordinates
to a clearing.

If you can get there,
we might be able to evacuate.

Okay, just rewind a second.

You're saying
you want us to jump.

Into the river?

You know, phobias are really
just symptoms of a repressed
painful experience.

KITT: The jump is a 67-foot
fall into mountain runoff.

Thirty-three degrees,
low bottoms, sharp rocks.

Probability of injury,
extreme.

That would be
the painful experience

I'm trying to repress, okay?

We need to backtrack
and hike out of here!

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Mmm.

I guess we're getting wet.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(SPLASHING)

(GUN FIRING)

The current's taking
them downstream.

I want that river forded
and I want them found.

We've got two hours
before we lose our window.

They're going to be cold
and they're going
to be tired. Finish it.

KITT, Mike's not
responding on earwig.
What's happening?

The earwig was damaged
in the fall.

If Michael and Cassandra
do not get warm,

hypothermia will set in
within the next seven minutes.

I am attempting
to reestablish
contact, now.

Find him, KITT.

Wait, Mike.

What's wrong?

My ankle. How bad is it?

Well, you should be
getting around just fine.
In about two months.

Give me the extra clip.
I'll buy you some time.

(LAUGHS)

Stiff upper lip
and all that English ya-ya.

The crew that I ran with.
We had a little saying.

"Leave no man behind."

I'm not a man.
- Even better.

Look, if we don't find
shelter and get warm,
we're both going to die.

So, forgive me
for being so forward.

But I'm going to have
to ask you to take off
your clothes.

My communications are
not fully functioning,

but I did get a fix
on Michael's position.

My sensors indicate
they are approaching
stage-two hypothermia.

If they are unable to raise
their body temperature,
they will die.

Can you get me
a visual, KITT?

He'll have to divert
power from the repair
in order to uplink.

I just need to check on him.

Diverting power, now.

(KITT HUMMING)

You know what I wish?

That we were
in a hotel room in Rio?

(LAUGHS) Besides that.

I wish I could forget
the things that I've done.

We're not going to die.

You don't need to confess.

You know, it's funny,

I'd give anything
to remember.

Just to know
what I've done.

Then, I'd probably
want to forget.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Mike, I'm sorry
I was so hard on you
during the interrogation.

But I had to
make it look good.

Don't worry about it.
I've had worse first dates.

Is this a date, then?

KITT: Sarah, I have acquired
the visual you requested.

Main screen, please.

Sarah, I must tell you...

Main screen now, KITT.

What is that?

(SCOFFS) Shut off
the imaging, KITT.
Mike is just fine.

And you need the energy
to finish your repairs.

Call me when
he's on the move.

SARAH ON EARWIG: Mike.

Sarah? Is that you?
Are we back up?

Mike, what's going on?
Where are you?

Something's wrong.
Cooperton's men,
they were right on us.

And now, they're just gone.
Are we walking into a trap?

How close are you
to the evacuation point?

Just about there now.

I thought
we were going
to be evacuated.

We are.
In what?

This beat up matchbox car?

Oh, come on.
He's a Mustang.
An American icon.

An icon? Really?

As far as I know,
no one ever wrote
a song about a Bentley.

I think I know why
you're not having
any trouble from Cooperton.

He's making his move.

The weapon is mobile.
I repeat, the target's hot.

How's KITT?
Still not 100 percent.

How close is he
to being ready?

He's functional.
He's just limited with his
weapons and communications.

Fine. I'll take what I got
and do it old school.

Old school?

I'll drive.

The target and four Humvee
vehicles are moving
south down Highway 17.

If we head west
on Route 212,

we should be able
to intercept.
MIKE: How much time?

That depends.
How fast can
this thing go?

This thing?
Are you kidding me?

Prepare to scream
like a little girl.

KITT, show her what you got.

KITT: Michael, my systems
are slow to respond.

But they are functional.

Scream like a what?
- KITT! What the hell?

You might want to...

(SCREAMING)

Right on schedule, gentlemen.
Keep it tight.

Over there.
Cooperton's Humvees.

Michael, my search protocols
are operational again.

I can begin those background
checks you requested
on Cooperton's men.

Good. I'm telling you,
something's not right
with these guys, KITT.

How are we doing
on the target list?

(SIGHS) We're putting
it together now.

Michael, I believe
your instincts are correct.

Cooperton is not
whom he appears to be.

What do you got, KITT?

Cooperton and his lieutenant,
Oren Moss,
are international mercenaries,

both implicated in a major
bank robbery in Dubai.

Moss escaped capture,
and Cooperton was never
officially charged.

However, the incident
did end his association
with the DoD.

What are a couple of mercenary
bank robbers doing
with right-wing extremists?

It doesn't
make any sense.

What the hell
is going on now?

Stay with the truck.

Oh, my God!

Sarah, I think
we've got our target!
- Mike, we're with you.

Alert local police and fire.
We need support
at the dam now!

Michael, my sensors
indicate the truck
does not have a driver.

It appears to be operated
by remote control.

You'll have to override it.
Do it now.

Sit tight.

What? Mike! Mike!

(GRUNTS)

KITT: I have done an analysis
of the dam's structural design

and calculated
the optimum blast point.

The truck will reach
optimum target location
in 47 seconds.

Yeah, that's about right.

KITT, you need
to stop this truck.

KITT: Commencing
override protocol
on the remote control.

Billy? I got three wires
going to the detonator.

White, yellow and blue.

I need a little help here.

You can't be serious.
MIKE: Billy, now!

This is serious.

(BLEEPING)

Okay,
this doesn't make any sense.
Black is usually the ground.

That's the one
you've got to cut.
Is there a black line?

MIKE: No!
There's no black!
Come on!

KITT: Michael,
optimal blast site
in 15 seconds.

BILLY: You're going to have
to go with your gut, man.

My guts are about
to be all over
the damn road, Billy.

Take a breath
and tell me what to do.

(SIGHS)

How much time do I have?

Less than 10 seconds.

God!

Red.
- White.

White. Red!
- Red. White!

BOTH: White. It's white.
Go with white!
- White!

(BLEEPS)

(SIGHS)

The weapon is disarmed.

(ALL CHEERING)

(SIGHING)

Remote control
override complete.

I will stop the vehicle.

Please hang on tightly,
Michael.

KITT: Are you
all right, Michael?

Yeah. I guess I can take
riding a one megaton bomb
off my bucket list.

Looks like they scrambled
the entire
Phoenix police department.

Mike, we found this.
A gold shipment downtown
is being moved

to the Federal Reserve
this afternoon.

A value of over
$250 million.

You want to know what
Cooperton's doing with
a bunch of extremists?

He's using them.

The bomb was a decoy.

It's a gold heist.

All right, gentlemen.
Let's do it.

If Cooperton and Moss
are successful,

they will have committed
the biggest gold heist
in U.S. history.

Thanks, KITT.
No pressure or anything.

MIKE ON SPEAKER:
Hey, Cooperton.

Looks like it's your army
versus mine. Give it up.

OREN: Let's take these guys.
Let's go. Get out. Go.

(GUN COCKS)

Looks like
the revolution's over.

Oh, you're wrong
about that.

The revolution
has just begun.

You really should
stand down, son.
You're out-gunned here.

Funny. I was about to say
the same thing about you.

KITT, show them
your dance moves.

What the hell is that?

That's my ride.

On my command!

You really shouldn't
have done that.

(GUNS COCKING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(ALL SCREAM)

Whoa!

(SIRENS WAILING)

OFFICER 1 ON MEGAPHONE:
Do not move.
You are surrounded.

Police!
Put your weapons down!

Get on the ground, now!

WALT: All right, all right.
OFFICER 2: Don't move!
Don't move!

OFFICER 3:
Let me see your hands!
On your knees!

On the ground! Clear!

OFFICER 2: Don't you move!

OFFICER 4:
Hands on your head.
On your head!

I'm going to have
to get one of those.

Drop me a line from the joint.
I'll send you a brochure.

Oh! How's the ankle?

It's going to need
some attention.

You're one hell
of an operative.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

Somehow, I doubt that.
- Guess you can put your
Cooperton file to bed.

Get home,
back to your life.
- Yeah. It's been a while.

I don't know what
I would have done
if you hadn't come along.

(GRUNTING)

Huh!

(GROANS)

You've been practicing.

I'm going to go back
out there and kick
that guy's butt.

Yeah, you could do that.

Or you could take me
out for a drink.

Really?

You are just so cute.
Yes, you can buy me a drink.

All right.

Someday.

Some...

(SIGHS)

KITT: Sarah, are you staying
in the pod tonight?

Yeah, I'm a little tired.

It's been a long few days.

I'll drive home
in the morning.

I thought it was customary
to mark the day of one's birth

with celebration among
family and friends.

Yeah, it's customary.

I'm just not into it.

Happy birthday, Sarah.

(LAUGHS) Thank you, KITT.

Sarah, I think there is
something you should hear.

MIKE: I'd love to take
this further, but...

CASSANDRA: Is there
someone else?

It's complicated.

Wow, that guy
is hard to track.

(SIGHS)

Hey, Sarah.
I need you in the SSC.

Yeah, be right there.

Mike? Lights.

Happy birthday, Sarah.

Oh, my God.
I don't believe it.

Thanks for saving my life.

Again.

This is really wonderful.

I told you
I was taking you out.

Want to go
for a ride in my car?

(MUSTANG SALLY PLAYING)

* *

You know, KITT,
we're not supposed
to joy ride.

KITT: True, Sarah.
But then again,

we do not always have to do
everything we are told.

(BOTH LAUGH)

MIKE: Yeah.