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(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Initiating
satellite surveillance coopt
in three, two, one.

We have
satellite
surveillance.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Who's in the truck?

Just stop
the bad guys.
That's all we know.

He seems nervous.

I can hear you, Billy.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Okay.
- (GIGGLING)

KITT:
35 seconds
to intercept.

Ready?

Hydraulic
systems operating
within tolerable limits.

Fuel cells at 92%.

Shields
and defensive
weapon systems...

(SIGHS) There's
times for long answers
and times for a short one.

Yes or no question,
KITT.

The short answer is I'm ready.

(SIGHING) All right,
here we go. Attack Mode.

KITT:
Initiating
transformation.

Transformation complete.

BILLY: Whoa.

Perv.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Not bad for a newbie.

KITT: 10 seconds to intercept.

What the...

Ballsy move.

Whose side are you on, Mike?

Just admiring the ballet.

Your EMP's ready.

(GROANING)

(EXCLAIMING)

Sorry to interrupt. You're
going to want to see this.

On my way.

On my way.

Come on, girlie.

(BONES CRACKING)

KITT:
Electromagnetic
pulse fully charged.

Hold your fire.
I'm taking over.

KITT
switched to manual.
Mike's driving now.

I'm not deaf, Billy.

Not your morning, is it?

Mike, your EMP will fry
the big rig's electronics.

(EXCLAIMS)

SARAH: He'll stop
in under 10 seconds.

FBI's 10 miles out.
Just zap him and
wait for backup.

The EMP will jackknife him.
Got to get his speed under
80.

KITT, calculations.

KITT: Michael is
right, Dr. Graiman.

At this speed, the
truck will jackknife.

(WHOOPING)

(CRACKLING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

Damn it, Mike!

No, can't look.
Mmm-mmm. Mmm-hmm.

You're missing the
whole thing, sweet
cheeks.

Michael, I'm picking up some
unusual readings from inside
the truck.

And the bikers are
prepared to disembark.

(CRACKLING)

Deploy the EMP.

(GROANS)

(ELECTRONIC CRACKLING)

FBI's 60 seconds away.

KITT, Infrared.

KITT: Michael, something
strange is happening
inside that truck.

Do not approach the truck.
Wait for backup.

Sorry, Carrie.
I can't hear you.

The EMP must've
jammed my earwig.

Mike.

Can you hear me?

Do you copy?

KITT: Michael, he's
getting away. Michael?

That's a '79 Shovelhead.

It's got no electronics,
so the EMP has no effect.

KITT: Michael.

MIKE: What the
hell is going on?

(ELECTRONIC CRACKLING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(KITT HUMMING)

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Decontamination complete.

KITT: Michael,
I want to apologize.

I should have identified
the '79 Shovelhead sooner.

Of course, it would
be immune to my EMP.

It'd be easy to miss.

It's just that
Sarah and I used to ride
old Harleys back in the day.

"Back in the day."

I really like
the sound of that.

No, not "back in the
day." Back in the day.

I will take note
of the placement

of the emphasis in
this colloquialism.

Look, KITT,
you and I are a team.

Sometimes, I'm going to see
something you might miss
and vice-versa.

Today, I spotted
the Harley. It's no big deal.
I got your back, you got mine.

Then you're going to omit
my error from your report?

It's what partners do.

They watch out
for each other.

If I may attempt
a colloquialism
of my own.

Thanks, brosif.

(KITT HUMMING)

That's the last time
you pull a stunt like
that, do you understand?

We had a deal.

You run all of this,
I'm in charge of the car.

Sarah,
make sure
KITT's okay.

Running
a complete
diagnostic now.

So,
who was I chasing,
motorcycle ninjas?

And what the hell
happened in that
truck?

The voltage on the EMP
was set too high,
that's all.

Then we just
killed three men.

Why not just
tell him the truth?

I'm busy, Charles.

Look,
I don't like you
blaming KITT for this.

This was not the EMP.
This is the Arrow Virus.

Arrow has been out of the lab
since the Army bought him out.

Alex, listen to me.

Now, a nanovirus
infects technology

just like an organic
virus infects people.

Anything that
has a chip in it,

a processor of
any kind at all.

Like televisions or
cell phones or computers.

Right, and almost everything
electronic has some sort of
microprocessor in it.

And the
virus hones in on that
processor and feeds on it.

So, instead of
spreading through the
air via a cough or a sneeze,

it spreads through metal.
And if there's no metal,
it stops.

Right,
and it appears
to burn itself out

if it doesn't have
anything metallic
to conduct it.

But the truck...

Now, the truck
was surrounded by asphalt
and other organic material,

so the virus
stopped there.

Well,
what about
the Harley?

It could be a carrier.

Well, what if it's
not even infected?

Look, that
bike could destroy
everything electronic

within
a 500 mile radius
in a matter of hours.

And if it uploads itself
through the phones or
the power lines,

theoretically,
it could use the Internet as
a host to create an epidemic.

Theoretically.

That damn thing gets
online, we will have

a worldwide disaster on
our hands in a matter
of days.

Then find that
Harley, Charles.

Right.

Why did
you pass me a note
to meet in the hall?

You're not going to
get weird on me again.

(WHISPERS) Act normal.

You act normal.

I know what killed those men
in the back of that truck.
It's a virus.

What kind of
virus does that?

A nanovirus.

(EXCLAIMS)
What if Mike has it?

The virus only infects
technology, not people.

Okay, that's not possible.

Not only is it possible,
I think it's spreading.

Okay, if it doesn't
infect people, why were the
bikers in the truck all dead?

Because they were
wearing chain mail.

The virus
spreads through metal.

It has properties
like acid when it moves.

It burned right
through their bodies.

How do you know this?

There's rumors
that the Pentagon's

been developing
a tech-virus for years.

It's ours?

(WHISPERS) I think so.

We've got to tell Torres.

No, no,
no, no, no, no.
Torres already knows.

But he blamed it on KITT.

It's not cool
to blame KITT.

Haven't you noticed Torres
getting more secretive lately?

I overheard him on
the phone the other day.

You mean
you eavesdropped?

You have to swear not to
say anything to anybody.

Who am I going to tell?

Swear!
- Okay, I swear.

He was talking about KARR.
- KARR?

Shh!

(WHISPERS) Come on!

(CHUCKLING)
KARR doesn't even exist.

That's what they
want us to believe.

KARR lives.

I don't
care what Torres
says, it wasn't the EMP.

And I don't
want to just sit
here with my thumb up my...

So, I'm having a threesome
tonight with Zoe and Torres.
Do you want to make it four?

Okay.

Earth to Sarah. Hello? Hi!

(SIGHS)
Oh!

What happened
on that truck, it's
some sort of virus.

I've seen
something similar
before, but only in a lab.

KITT?
KITT: Yes, Sarah.

Show us a map of where
the truck was hijacked.

I've got a hunch.

Show
all possible
escape routes.

Now, show
a radius indicating
the maximum distance

a '79 Shovelhead could
travel on one tank of fuel.

One tank?
Why couldn't
he stop for gas?

Assuming the bike's
carrying the virus,

when he stops, all hell's
going to break loose.

KITT, overlay
all gas stations.

Your hunch, KITT,
where's the bike
headed?

KITT: A hunch is defined
as an intuitive reckoning.
I don't do hunches, Michael.

Okay, then calculate
a probability profile.

That is within my parameters.

There is a 75% chance,
the motorcycle is headed
south on State Route 85.

Billy, how did they know
the virus was in the truck?

Maybe they didn't.
I mean, it's unlikely,

but
it could've been
a random hijacking.

No,
they must've
been tipped off.

I have formulated
an interactive
evolutionary algorithm,

designed to determine
the Harley's initial
escape route

and subsequent destination.

Billy,
monitor all gas
stations fanning out

300 miles south
of the hijack area.

Monitor for what?
- You'll know it
when you see it.

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Chamber doors opening.

KITT:
I believe Sarah's
hunch to be right.

Whomever's riding that Harley
knew exactly where that truck
would be and when.

MIKE: Oh, I see how you are.
It's okay for Sarah to have
hunches.

Sarah is a genius, Michael.

Who authorized
KITT's departure?
- I did.

Mike, you know that thing
you were talking about
that seems impossible?

I think,
this is probably it.

(ELECTRONIC CRACKLING)

It didn't move
that fast before.

Whoa!
Did you see
it jump there?

It's mutating.

Mike,
are you seeing this?

MIKE: You still think
it's an over-cranked
EMP?

ALEX: It's a nanovirus.

It infects
everything electronic and
it spreads through metal.

Yeah, we know.
- Well, the only
good news here

is that humans appear
to be completely immune.

Unless you're
using a pacemaker
or a titanium hip

or a
steel plate
in your head.

You have to
find that Harley.

We're already on it.
Intercept in three
minutes.

How did you...
KITT had a hunch.

KITT: I appreciate
the credit, Michael,
but it wasn't a hunch.

Initiating transformation.

KITT, make certain
your shields are up

when you approach
the convenience store.

You're sure
it'll keep him
from getting infected?

Yeah, these
shields are designed
to hermetically seal

the entire car,
so they'll hold.

But bear in mind, they
may reduce KITT's mobility.

I pinged the
convenience store's modem.

(CHUCKLES) All
it's got is an old
dial-up connection.

Mike, you've got to find the
phone line before the virus
gets to the Internet.

KITT: I suggest you remove
your earwig and your watch
and your cell phone.

(ELECTRONIC CRACKLING)

(EXCLAIMS) Oh!

Oh, my God,
what's happening?

Do you work here?

Yeah.
- Have you got
a phone inside?

What?
- A phone.

No, just that one there.

You
might want to hide
behind the building.

Dude, your car's glowing.
- Michael,
there is not much time.

Dude,
your car's talking.

Dude, duck. KITT,
take out the payphone.

We have containment.

KITT: It appears we have
overlooked something,
Michael.

What's that?

It seems the
Harley we are pursuing
is spreading the virus,

but is not affected by it.
- I should've
noticed it sooner.

See, now I've got
your back, Michael.

Okay, partner.
- Thanks, brosi f.

SARAH:
Come on, Dad, we both know
where this virus came from.

Ryan Arrow's fallen
off the planet since he sold
out to the Defense Department.

He was your research
assistant, he'll see you.

I think
he'd rather see you.

Mike know
about you and Ryan?

Mike and I
are just friends.

Friends?
That what they're
calling it these days?

Dad! Ew!

BILLY: Mike?
- Yeah, Billy?

I think I found your Harley.

I'm on my way.

Nice move.
KITT: Thank you, Michael.

KITT, shields up.

Engaging shields. Michael?
- Yes, KITT?

There is
an access road
200 yards ahead.

You could say I have
a hunch he'll take it.

Diverting to access road.
(CAR HORN BLARING)

The shields are interfering
with my ability to give
chase on this terrain.

Then drop your shields, KITT.
- But, Michael, there is
a danger of infection.

We can't lose him.

He's trying to spread
it to the power grid.

(ELECTRONIC CRACKLING)

The virus is spreading.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

KITT, stop.
- There is a danger
of infection.

Now!

Arm Plasma Pulse.

Activating pulse.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Right where
you said he'd be.
- Old habits die hard.

Ryan, good to see you.
Listen, a virus like...

Doc, I know
why you're here.

You owe me a dance.

When we broke up...

(LAUGHS) When you
broke up with me.

We
were supposed
to go dancing.

That's why
you owe me one.

Something different
about you.

A confidence.

You look the same.

(LAUGHS)

Is that
a good thing
or a bad thing?

It's good.

Very good.

Try Sarah again.
- She is not responding, but

Billy has updated me on
her mission status.

Where is she?

A drinking establishment
called The Well.

A bar?

Sarah and Dr. Graiman
are attempting to track
down a former colleague,

Dr. Ryan Arrow.

Get me a bio
on this poindexter.

What is a poindexter?

A geek, a nerd, a dweeb.

Ryan Arrow,
magna cum laude, Stanford.
Ph.D., particle physics, MIT.

Ph.D., electrical engineering,
Caltech.

He was Dr. Graiman's
research assistant
for two years,

concentrating
on the theoretical
molecular structures

of silicon based
nano-organisms.

Egghead.
- Olympic hopeful
in the decathlon.

Spent one year as
a fashion model
in Milan.

Also, he and Sarah
dated for a while
two years ago.

I am searching
for exact dates.
- Never mind the exact dates.

Get me telemetry
on Sarah right now.

Coming up on screen.

I show
unusually high levels of
serotonin and adrenaline.

And she appears
to be engaged in some
sort of physical activity.

RYAN: Charles Graiman always
did love his alternative rock.
(LAUGHS)

(SIGHS)

Your father
said something
about a nanovirus.

Your nanovirus. It's loose.

First of all,
it isn't my virus.

I sold it to the military
so they could screw it up
like they do everything else.

And second, it's harmless.

No, it's not harmless,
it's mutating, and we
need your help.

Who is we?

You're
working for the
man now, aren't you?

(LAUGHS)

I heard something about
Alex Torres and some
secret project.

It's KITT, isn't it?

I'd tell you, but
then I'd have to
kill you.

Remember the Big Sur?

We didn't get out
of bed for three days.

(CHUCKLES) You're drunk.

(INHALES) We should
never have broken up.

Tell you what,
go out with me again

and I'll help you
track down the nanovirus.

Ryan, it's not that simple...
(GASPS)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

I'm sorry.

I'm serious.
We could start over.

Hey!
You spilled my drink.

I'm sorry,
I'll buy you another.

You going to buy me
another shirt, too?

Someone should.
- (WHISPERS) Sarah!

Just tell
the bartender.
Whatever you want.

What I want
is for you to keep your
little girlie here in line.

What did you just say?
- Girlie.
- Maybe we should leave.

KITT: Sarah's heart
rate is extremely high.
She might be in trouble.

Go! Go, go, go.

(GROANS)

I hate it
when people
call me girlie.

Girlie was a little ill
conceived, don't you think?

Oh, hey, Mike.
Do you want a beer?

Michael, is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

(KITT HUMMING)

(KITT HUMMING)

KITT.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(KITT SPEAKING FRENCH)

Come on,
you really went out
with le ouche over here?

How come you
never mentioned him?

Because you disappeared
off the face of the earth
for three years, remember?

The whole "I thought
you were dead" thing.

Okay, good point.

And not that it's
any of your business,

but I didn't sleep
with him last night.
- I know.

I sat
up all night
watching him.

(RYAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

KITT, you are marvelous.

KITT: erci, Dr. Arrow.

Are we just supposed to let
anyone talk to the talking
car?

It's okay.
Ryan's a friend.

RYAN: And his responses.
Not just simplistic
"Yes" or "No,"

but rich,
thoughtful,
complex answers.

KITT's current capabilities
go far beyond the original
prototype you saw.

Well, the detail evident
in his chip matrix is
spectacular.

The car part's
not bad either.

You've done it, Doc.

You've
created functioning
artificial intelligence.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Payroll reports.

Ryan Arrow's been on the
Defense Department payroll
for the last five years.

Where did you get this?

From
a very hot guy
at the Pentagon.

Shred them
when you're done.

Get Mike on
the chat line.

RYAN: Designed the original
virus to clean up toxic waste.

Literally eats
heavy metals and then craps
out harmless organic matter.

Not anymore.

That's
because they turned
it into something else.

Something
I never intended.
- Thanks.

You act like
someone stole your baby.

You sold it to the
military, remember?

You're not a scientist.
You wouldn't understand.

You're right.
I have a life.

We need your help.

I have no idea
how to stop that virus.

Even if I did,
why should I?
Serves them right.

Then we're wasting
our time here.

CARRIE ON EARWIG: Mike,
it's Carrie. Are you alone?

I'm going to
get ready to go.

(SIGHS) Go ahead, Carrie.
CARRIE: Is Arrow any help?

He says he knows nothing about
the virus since he sold out
five years ago.

CARRIE: If he sold out,
then why's he still on
the DoD payroll?

He's still working for them.

KITT, show me
blueprints of
the house.

Michael,
may I ask you
a personal question?

Shoot.

I've never really seen
you act this way before.

Are you threatened in
some way by Dr. Arrow?

(CHUCKLES) You think I'm
jealous of Sarah and Arrow?

Your behavior is
consistent with the human
emotion called jealousy.

I'm just
concerned Dr. Arrow's not
telling us the whole truth.

And yes, I'm jealous.
What's this?

There is
an additional room
beneath the main house.

The entry door
is on the deck.

You mean a basement?

It is lead lined and
is too deeply buried for my
infrared sensors to penetrate.

Sounds
like a good place
to hide something.

(KITT HUMMING)

(CRACKLING)

Why
don't you tell us
what you're hiding?

- Whoa! Whoa!
Mike, what is
wrong with you?

I think your
jarhead boyfriend
wants to kick my ass.

First
of all, genius,
jarhead's a Marine.

I'm Army all the way.

Yeah,
well, they only paid me.
Looks like they branded you.

I don't work
for any "they."

Yeah, just keep
telling yourself that.

I'm not the one still on
the government's payroll.

You're still
collecting a check.
- Is this true?

I might be giving up
100 IQ points here,

but how come I'm the only one
who knows you have a trapdoor

hidden under your rug?

Ryan, what's going on?

Why'd you let the virus go?

(SIGHS) Because I'm a better
scientist, than I am a thief.

I screwed
the whole thing up.

Impressive.

DIA came to me and asked
me to mutate my harmless
little nanovirus.

Yeah, they just came
and took it from you?

They didn't come with guns.
They came with a checkbook.

I said yes on
the seventh zero.

You all think you're part
of this fantastic little
egalitarian experiment.

Mark my words,
they'll find a way to
take it all away from you.

That's why you tried
to hijack the big rig.
- It was you?

I knew they were
transporting the
virus.

Tried to take it back.
It was my one chance to put
the genie back in the bottle.

But the
bottle broke
and three men died.

And now it's too late.

Mike, Sarah, Charles,
do you copy?

They must be out of range.

KITT, scan the house.

The house is empty,
Mr. Torres.

Are you certain?
- I am certai n.

I detect
the presence
of the nanovirus

and a high speed
Internet connection.

It's my recommendation
that we take out the virus

and the means
to spread it now.

Agreed.
We take out the compound
and let it burn itself out.

I am proceeding to
optimum firing position.

KITT, load your missiles.

Warheads armed.
- Fire when ready.

There is
a way we could
synthesize the vaccine.

CHARLES: Show me.

KITT: Missiles
fully operational.
(BEEPING)

KITT, what are you doing?
- All clea r.

No! Not all clear!
Do not fire, KITT!
Do not fire!

Oh, my God!
They're in the house.

KITT. Abort! Abort!
Do not fire!

SARAH: Ryan!

No!
I got to get
the antivirus!

There's not enough time.
- Firing
two missiles as directed.

(BEEPING)

Ryan.

How could this
have happened?

Maybe because
they were underground,
KITT couldn't see them.

And Mike couldn't hear KITT
because his earwig was jammed.

It still doesn't explain why
KITT fired the missiles after
you gave the order to abort.

Maybe he caught the virus.
Maybe he's sick.

No, I've
run a remote scan
of all of KITT's systems.

Everything comes back normal.

Have
Sarah and Dr. Graiman
run a complete diagnostic.

When are they due in?
- Their helicopter
lands in 10 minutes.

Mike
will be back with
KITT in under an hour.

KITT: You are being
uncharacteristically
silent, Michael.

I don't feel much
like talking today.

Would you
like to hear
some music, partner?

(ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKER)
Turn it off!

I am sorry, Michael.

What part
of "Abort, abort"
did you not understand?

I have thoroughly
examined my memory unit.

I have no record
of a transmission
from you or the SSC...

Are you sure
you don't have the virus?
Run another self-diagnostic.

I have repeated the
tests several times.

All of my systems
are functioning normally.

Your screens are out.
Your lights are flickering.

What else could it be?

A short occurred when
the missiles were fired.

I'm certain
it's nothing serious.

I forget sometimes
that you're not a person.
That you're just a machine.

I believe I am feeling
what you would call regret
for causing Dr. Arrow's death.

You're sorry
about what you did,

but you don't have
any feelings, KITT.

Only people have feelings.

Of course, Michael.
It was just a theory.

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Hangar doors opening.

Secondary decontamination
complete.

The secondary decon
cleared him. KITT's
okay.

(SIGHS)

We have to consider
decommissioning KITT.
At least for a while.

Is that really
necessary, Charles?

You didn't have two
missiles fired at you.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

CARRIE: Doctor?

KITT's primary
guiding principle is
that he do no harm to people.

It is built-in,
literally hardwired
into his core memory.

Now,
this sort of thing
should never happen.

I'm
afraid something's
gone terribly wrong.

Sarah, do you agree?

Ryan Arrow died
for no reason today.

I'll call Washington.
(ELECTRONIC CRACKLING)

(ALARM BLARING)

It's the virus!
We're infected!

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Security bypass.

Emergency procedures
in effect.

We're infected!
Initiate full quarantine!

Billy, we've got
to contain the virus!

Cut all
connection
to the Internet!

It's not responding!
(ELECTRONIC HISSING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Oh, my God!
We brought the
virus in with us.

It's everywhere.
I can't get him
to turn.

Help me.

(EXCLAIMS) I can't cut
our connection to the Web!

Whoa!

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS) No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, come on.
I just got that!

KITT? How are you feeling?
KITT: I'm sick, partner.
Really sick .

Is he drivable?

I think so,
but it could damage
him beyond repair. Why?

Another hunch. Get in.

(ELECTRONIC SNARL)

(SNARLING)

(SCREAMS)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(SIGHS)

We could spread the virus.
- If we don't go, he dies.

(ENGINE REVVING)

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Chamber doors opening.

KITT: Strap in.
It's going to
be a bumpy ride.

Why did it take so
long to infect him?

Ultra
high density
carbon fiber.

His non-metallic parts
protected his metal parts

from catching the
virus for a long time.

(GRUNTS) He's fighting me.

Billy! Status.

The virus has spread
to levels three through six.
It's moving much faster now.

It's getting smarter.

It's using KITT's artificial
intelligence to replicate
itself. It can't be stopped.

KITT, can you hear me?
KITT: (DISTORTED)
Sarah, is that you?

I'm here, KITT.
You've got to
let Mike drive.

I killed Ryan Arrow.
I'm very sorry.

We've got to distract him.

KITT, can you calculate
the value of pi to its
last digit.

Come on, you know
that's impossible.

Pi is
a mathematical
constant that...

I said
distract him,
not get us killed.

I estimate we lose
total control in
15 minutes.

Mike? Sarah?

I recommend a full
evacuation and initiation
of self-destruct sequence.

We destroy the SSC
and let the virus
burn itself out.

It's the only way.
- It takes two of us.

Billy, begin
a complete evacuation.

(ALARM BLEEPING)

Total sci-fi moment.

Three, two, one, mark.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Self
destruct sequence commenced.

How did you...

This is what Arrow
was heading for when
KITT fired the missiles.

The bike's immune,
but I don't think
it's because it's old.

What the...

It's running some
sort of antivirus.

Can't you use it
to immunize KITT?

You mean like synthesizing
a vaccine from the antibody
rich blood of a healthy human?

Yeah, that or whatever.

Mike, didn't you ever pay
attention in science class?
- Yeah.

First, I'd
need root access
to the source code,

then a detailed schematic
and of course,

a benign host in which
to transport the antidote.

You know,
I guess it is possible.

MIKE: Great! So, why
don't you download it?

It's
a little ironic,
don't you think?

That we end
up the architects
of our own undoing?

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Evacuation in progress.

Not much for irony,
Charles.

I can't. It's encrypted.

All other levels
have been evacuated.
We're all that's left.

Get out of here, Billy.

That's an order.
ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Three minutes.

Ability to
reach safe distance
may be compromised.

Dad? Dad?
Ryan put an antivirus
program into the Harley,

but it's password protected.
How strong is
the encryption?

512 bit.
- Even if we had
a supercomputer,

it would take
days to unravel.

If only KITT were able to...

That's not an option
right now.

What's that sound?
- Self-destruct.

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Two minutes to
self-destruct.

(DISTORTING) I did not
intend to kill Dr. Arrow.

It wasn't your fault,
KITT, you were sick.

Michael? Sarah?
I am afraid...

It's okay, KITT,
we're right here with you.

I don't want to die, Michael.

We can't wait any longer,
Charles.

It's no use. Ryan could have
made the password from
an infinite number of things.

He could've.
But I don't
think he did.

(BEEPING)

(ELECTRONIC GROWLING)

(DISTORTING)
Michael, Sarah, goodbye.

Michael?
- He's alive!

(KITT HUMMING)

Of course, he's alive.

SARAH:
Dad, it worked!

Sarah, we can barely
hear you. Say again!

I've uploaded
the antivirus to the
SSC's core operating system.

Cancel the destruct sequence!

(LAUGHING)

CARRIE:
Alex, it looks like
the virus is retreating.

What's going on?

ELECTRONIC VOICE: 19, 18...
Sarah reversed it.

Can you get back
in here?

...17, 16, 15, 14,

13, 12, 11, 10,

nine, eight, seven...

It's not working.

...six, five, four, three...

(BLEEPING)

(SIGHS) Piece of cake.
ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Identities confirmed.

Self-destruct aborted.

You don't think KITT
was really feeling
emotions, do you?

I'm sure it was just
an anomaly brought
on by the virus.

I'm sorry about Ryan.

You'd have liked him,
if you'd have gotten
to know him.

I'm sure I would have.

You going to be okay?

Yeah, I'll be all right.

What about you, KITT?
You okay?

Core systems
fully operable.

Tire pressure, compression,
fuel system, normal.

Exoskeleton
99.72% healed.
- He's fine.

Let's go home.