All language subtitles for Knight.Rider.2008.S01E16.AMZN.WEBRip.x264.en

(MUSIC)

(GROANS)

Oh! Hold on.
I'm coming.

* *

All right.

Increased productivity
through ergonomically
beneficial surroundings.

Oh. In the spirit
of ergonomy.

Is that even a word?

Ergonomy is
the applied science of
equipment design, Michael.

Okay. Well, then,
in the spirit of origami,

you ever think about
making your backseat
into a bed, KITT?

I'm afraid
you'd be tempted
to invite strangers.

You mean, hoochies, KITT.

Undesirable females, yes.

This puppy
has got a cooler
built into the armrest.

And a remote
for the big screen.

(SPORTS ANNOUNCER CHATTERING)

Ah.

That is sweet.

Chair belongs
on the other side.

I like it where it is.

Move it, stretch.

The Chinese system
of Feng Shui would
indicate that

Zoe's placement
provides for better chi.

MIKE: Very Zen
of you, KITT.

We could use a little
more eastern philosophy
around here.

See? Better chi.
Chop, chop.

Who died and made you boss?

That would be Alex Torres.

I see you're already
enjoying your downtime.

Oh, I have not yet
begun to enjoy.

(SARAH CHUCKLES)

Going anywhere special?

Oh, yeah. Little
sentimental journey.

Wait. We get
to go somewhere?

Outlet mall.
Spa day.

You guys are kidding, right?

I am going to be mellow
and get Zen.

You mean "we," Michael.

Yes, "we."
We are going, KITT.

Back to a special place.

Magical place.
Our own little
happy place.

Michael is taking me
to a bar.

(LAUGHS) Who would
have thunk it?

I want to go to a bar!

Oh, no.
Not just any bar.

Sonny's.

Oh, I get it.

Your dad took me there
for my first beer.

And his dad took him
there for his.

It's a neighborhood
institution.

Cold brew, beer nuts,
live music.

Run by Sonny Nelson.
Amazing bartender.
Even better guy.

I haven't been
there in years,
but I can tell you

that there is
no better place
to de-stress.

(SHRIEKS)
Sounds awesome.

I'm a veritable
cornucopia of stress.

From what I remember,
Sonny had a daughter.

Oh, yeah. Julie Nelson.

She went to med school,
I think.

Somewhere back east.

Right. Have a great time.

(SIGHS) You too, guys.

Initiating launch prep.

Hello?
- Hey.

We'd better tell him.
Or else he might have
a breakdown.

Somebody, please!
Say something.

Look, we're going
on rotation.

Everyone's going to get
a chance to decompress.

First, Mike's going to
take a couple of days,

and then you
and then Zoe
and then me.

When's this all
going to start?

Ask your boss.

Okay, not funny.

KITT: No, Billy. Funny.

(LAUGHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(GIRL EXCLAIMING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Little rougher
than I remembered.

KITT: I must admit,
I'm somewhat concerned
for you, Michael.

I'll be okay, KITT.
Just stay close.
And be Zen.

I will try.

(SINGING) You're just a man

* Wait, because *
* I'm inside out now *

* Crazy, you know *
* I'm not outside, around *

* Try, you can find *
* my body of questions *
* on your own *

* Falling intentions *

* Brings me from my misery *

* Just as I stand up *

If you're here about
the bouncer job,
you're too pretty.

(LAUGHS) No. I'm actually
here to see Sonny.

Yeah, right. If you're
a collection agent,
you can get in line.

I'm sorry?

Sonny's dead.

What?

Michael?

Oh, my God. Michael.

(LAUGHS) Hey.

Julie!

I didn't know
you were friends.

Is it true?
About your dad?

Yeah. Car accident.
Three months ago.

I am so sorry.

Thank you.

Michael, a nefarious
character directly
behind you

is attempting to steal
$20 from the bar.

What the hell is
going on around here?

I wish I knew.
We've had three fires
in the last six weeks.

Fights, every night.
The cops have been
closing us down.

What can I do to help?

Can you fix the mess
at the door?

(MAN SHOUTING)

Sometimes, Eddie's
a little bit too nice
for his own good.

Big Eddie's at the door?
- Mmm-hmm.

Eddie's a pacifist.

I know.

(LAUGHING)

Man!

Hey. The dude who left
this unattended

is going to be taking
public transportation
for a while.

KITT: Please step back
from the vehicle.

(LAUGHS) Hey.
Homeboy has got one
of those talking alarms.

Yeah. At least you'd
think they'd give it
some badass voice,

like, "Step back, clown,
before you get smoked!"

(LAUGHS)

Michael, two felons are
eyeing me suspiciously.

Permission to administer
non-lethal electric shock.

What did I say
about Zen, KITT?

Restraint is the word
of the day.

All right, Michael.

(GROANS)

(LAUGHING)
Oh, my God, dude.

You just got schooled!

Michael, may I suggest
you use restraint,
as well?

Watch me.

(LAUGHING)

That's $10 each, please.

Well, I get comped at
every club on the strip.

Why would I pay
to go into this place?

Hey.

This constant pushing is
not helping your cause.

Ooh.

(GRUNTING)

Nearly everyone
at the door is armed.

All right. You're
forcing my hand.

Can I talk to you
for a second?

Could you hold on
one moment, please?

Mike?
- Hey, Eddie.

What are you
doing over here?

I've been wondering
the same thing.

All right.
Any day now, dummy.

I didn't want to
resort to violence,

but I feel as though
I've reached my limit.

You mind a little assist?

Because...
- Ooh.

You're violating
the cardinal rule
of the door.

You never tell the bad guy
what you're going to do
before you do it.

Screw this.
We're going in.

(GRUNTS)

(CROWD SHOUTING)

KITT: He's got a gun
in his waistband, Michael.

(GRUNTING)

Back up!

That was not smart.

Good night, gentlemen.

Let's go.

Anybody fighting inside,
walk them outside.

Take them one at a time.
Yell if you need any help.

Thanks, Mike.

Michael, I was harassed
by two men.

Me, too. Get Sarah.

How many you
knock back so far?

KITT, don't let him drive.

Sonny's dead.

Oh, no.

A car accident.
And the place isn't right.

Mysterious fires,
rough crowd. A mess.

Sonny's never was
in the best neighborhood.

Maybe you romanticized it
a little.

I'm telling you
something's going
on here, Sarah.

I need your help.
- Sure. Anythin g.

KITT, tap into the local
municipal database.

Send the accident report,
arson files,

and anything else
you can dig up
back to the SSC.

You guys getting this?

Yeah, yeah.
We're on it.

So, what are you
doing there?

I'm the new bouncer.

Bouncer?

Kick ass.

Be careful.

Let's get to work
on those fires.

No, we should start
on the car accident.

Begin a broad-spectrum
search.

(SCOFFS)
I'm sorry, what?

Sarah was only
half joking.

She runs the place
because Dr. Graiman
left her nine figures.

Mike and KITT do
the outside stuff,

and I'm in charge of
all this glory right here.

(LAUGHS) You?
You're my boss?

Haven't you noticed
I boss you around almost
all day, every day?

Yeah, but it's part
of our whole fun
little dynamic.

No, it's me
being your boss.

I have multiple
advanced degrees.

I speak nine languages
and I have a card that
gets me discounts

at participating
Red Lobster restaurants.

Okay. If this
wasn't so ludicrous,
it would be ludicrous.

All right.
I'm on the accident,
you look into the fires,

and we'll see
who's right soon enough.

(LAUGHS)

It's on.

(LAUGHING)
It's all the way on.

(WHOOPING)

All right, folks.
You don't have to go home,
but you can't stay here.

Come on. Let's go.
Come back tomorrow.

(CHUCKLES) Let's go.

(CHATTERING)

Didn't think
you'd last the night.

Under-promise
and over-deliver.

I'm Mike.

Robin.

Beer?

Nothing like a cold beer
right after last call.

(CHUCKLES)

Michael helped my dad
86 some tough customers
back in the day.

Yeah, it was
more him than me.

Sonny was a sweet guy,
but he had one hot temper.

Well, thank God
you showed up tonight.
I'm barely hanging on.

ROBIN: It was never
like this before.

It's like somebody
wants her out of here.

Any idea who
that might be?

Maybe I'm not cut out
for this like my dad.

I seriously doubt
it's you.

Did you two
have a thing?

Robin, come on.

Julie was a college girl.

On to bigger
and better things.
She thought I was a punk.

You know, the kind of guy
that hangs out in bars.

ROBIN: You didn't
answer my question.

She calls you Michael,
but you introduced
yourself as Mike.

Are either of you going
to cop to prior nookie,
or what?

(SIGHS)

Go on.

(LAUGHS)

You think you might
be able to stick around
a little while longer?

I'm sure I can squeeze it
into my schedule.

Good.

Staff meeting.
Tomorrow morning.
11:00 a.m.

(CHUCKLES)
Good night, Julie.

Good night, Michael.

See you tomorrow, Mike.
- Night, Eddie.

(SIGHS)

What?

Nothing.

You getting shut out?

(SIGHS)

Three fires in
the last two months
of unknown origin.

Police did
an arson investigation
and came up empty.

But you have a theory.

Spontaneous combustion.

Or maybe it's the tiny,
chubby gnomes whose
thighs rub together

and make sparks when
they wear corduroy?

I suppose you're
doing better with
the car accident.

Patience, grasshopper.
Patience.

Anybody else bother you?

I was unmolested
the remainder
of the evening.

Why do you have to use
words like "unmolested"?

Can't you just say,
"It was all okay"?

I managed to practice the
restraint you recommended,
but it wasn't easy.

Well, I'm proud
of you, KITT.

Michael, is it possible
you are idealizing Sonny's
a bit?

Maybe you are remembering it
the way you want it to be.

Come on. You, too?

Thomas Wolfe wrote a novel
about this phenomenon.

It was called
You Can't Go Home Again.

Still think
I'm idealizing?

Michael, someone is
trapped in the fire.

Open up! It's Eddie!
Get me out of here!

There's a fire!

Help! Oh, no! Help!
Come on, man! Please!

Open up!
Somebody open up!

Where is he?

Michael, the pressurized
CO2 tanks have become
dangerously overheated.

You must act now.

MIKE: Do it.

Get in!

(YELLS)

KITT, CO2.

KITT: The fire's out, Michael.

You okay?

KITT: All of his vital signs
are normal, Michael.

I'm going to have to ask you
not to mention what you saw
tonight to anyone.

Thank you.

That is the fourth fire
in six weeks.

Doesn't sound much
like an accident.

No. It sounds like arson.

Look. KITT can
investigate while
you go to your meeting.

She's hot, by the way.

Who?

I believe she means
Julie, Michael.

I hadn't noticed.

You're a terrible liar.

Three months ago today,
Julie's father takes
his '68 Dodge

out for a spin
and ends up wrapping it
around a telephone pole.

Anybody with him?
Nope.

Police report?

Same basic story.

(SIGHS)

Witnesses?

Cops say no.

But I found two blog entries
from the neighborhood from
the next day.

Both say they saw
the car and heard
nothing but a crash.

Okay, so it was
an accident.

But you've got
another theory.

Actually, I don't.

I've hit a dead end,
literally and figuratively.

JULIE: All right.
Let's get started.

First up, seems like
we had another fire
around closing last night.

Did anybody see anything?

ALL: Mmm-mmm.

No? Okay.

Hi, Phil.

Hey. How's the nose?

It's broken.

I guess you didn't know
who the hell you were
assaulting.

Hey. My son's mouth
tends to get a step
ahead of his brain.

Mike, isn't it?
Phil Driscoll.

Phil was an old friend
of my dad's.

They were in
a car club together.

(SIGHS)
My son comes home
with a broken nose,

I'd never expect
to hear it happened
at Sonny's.

Before I called the police
or my lawyer, I wanted
to hear your side.

Sir, I make it
a general policy not
to raise hands to anyone,

unless they plan on
throwing shots at me.

I should have
broken your nose myself.

Are you kidding me, Pop?

(CLEARS THROAT)
What's the old saying?

"Outside of your wife
giving birth,

"nothing good ever happens
at 2:00 a.m."

Nice to meet you, Mike.

Sorry for the
inconvenience.
- Not at all.

Thanks for coming by.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
ON HEADPHONES)

Creepy.

Come to Mama.

(KITT HUMMING)

Billy? Zoe? I'm analyzing
the aftermath of the fire.

You certain it was arson?

Yes. I have isolated
the accelerant.

Whoever set the blaze
left a chemically
significant trail.

Can you follow it?

Not with my current
software configuration.

BOTH: Uploading new
sniffer program now.

I'll do it.

Duh. I'm already doing it.

Hello?

Hey.

Which one do you
like better?

What's it for?

First amendment night.
Spoken word poetry
and $2 Jager shots.

Congress shall make no law
respecting an establishment
of religion

or prohibiting
the free exercise thereof,

or abridging
the freedom of speech.

They teach you about
the constitution
in the army?

I thought it would be
good to actually know
what I was defending.

My dad called it
the marinated microcosm.

Everybody's equal with
a drink in their hand.

MIKE: He was
a hell of a guy.

Yeah.

Is that your grandfather?

(LAUGHS) Yep.
Built this building
with his own two hands.

He still scares me.

(LAUGHS)

Bet he was one mean
son of a bitch.

And then, some.

This bar was a soup kitchen
in the Great Depression,

a polling place
every election,

a shelter in
three earthquakes...

My dad was
even born here.

How come we never...

For starters, your dad
kept a really big bat
behind the bar.

It's still there, too.

Great.

I tried calling
and emailing.

I even wrote you
a letter.

Everything came back
undeliverable.

Yeah.

Let's just say
I got involved
in some things

that didn't turn out
so well.

I was going to be
an ophthalmologist.
Now, I run a bar.

(LAUGHS)

KITT: Michael, I've discovered
a faint chemical signature
from the fire.

But we must follow
its trail now before
it dissipates completely.

I will see you tonight.

(JULIE LAUGHS)

Sonny's used to be
a friendly neighborhood bar,
right?

Mmm-hmm.
- All of a sudden,
it starts to get rougher.

I thought you were
working on the fires.

I was. But what
if they're related?

What makes a crowd change?

New owner.
Neighborhood goes bad.

They water down
the drinks.

Here's the greatest hits
from the front door camera

at Sonny's for
the last three weeks.

Oh, he's cute.

He's also been
in four fights.

So? He's angry
and he's cute.

So, he just started
showing up at the bar
recently,

along with those
four other dudes,

who've also been
getting into fights.

And they're also hot.
It's called coincidence.

It would be.
Except I followed
them to the bar.

No twenties.
No credit cards.

Hundred dollar bills
every time.

Maybe they're
drug dealers.

Or maybe somebody's
paying them to
start trouble.

And how does this
connect to the fires?

I don't know.

(SIGHS)

Hey. There's
your 'Stang, bro.

Still in the hood.

It's like
he's teasing us.

I'd take that as a dare,
I was you.

Yeah.

It's in the same
family as methane,

but it's getting
fainter as we go.

He must have gotten out
of his car here.

KITT: You need
to go hand-held.

KITT, you there?

Right behind you, Michael.

It just stops.

Whoever set that fire
ended up here.

Phil Driscoll's office.

We traced him
from the fire back
to his father's office.

It's got to be Terry.

He definitely had
the opportunity.

Yeah, and a broken nose
is definitely motive.

KITT: I'd say the motive
would be embarrassment.

You made him
look weak in front
of a beautiful woman.

Yeah, but Terry's
a couple tacos short
of a combination plate.

You don't think
he's capable?

I think he's a moron.

Hit me back
if Billy and Zoe
come up with anything.

Hey. How's Julie Nelson?

Hanging in there.

(SINGING) Come, look around,
sit down with us

Terry's a jerk,
but he's not an arsonist.

I heard you went out
with him.

Wow. A bar is like
ninth grade summer
school, isn't it?

Yes. It was once,
and it was years ago.

So, maybe he was trying
to get your attention.

Nothing like a two-alarm
blaze to get a girl
all hot and bothered.

Robin's looking.

Of course, she is.

So, what about
Terry's father?

Why would Phil want
to burn a place
he offered to buy?

He offered
to buy your bar?

After my dad was killed,
he figured I couldn't
handle the bar by myself.

And maybe
he was right.

You do sit on
a valuable piece of dirt.

A place like this
is a drop in the bucket
to a developer like Phil.

Believe me,
he's doing it
as a favor.

Sonny Nelson was driving
his '68 Dodge the night
of the accident.

Nice graphics.
- Nice grill.

Thanks.

Where did you get this?

I recreated his route
from the blog descriptions,

then re-enacted the
accident using KITT's
3D graphics software.

Nice work.

Wait. I thought
we established no
foul play in the accident.

That's what
the police said.
Not what I say.

He comes around this turn,
hits the brakes,
gets a little squirrelly,

continues
until he crashes.

SARAH: At least
we can see the accident.

But what don't we see?

Remember? The bloggers
said they heard nothing
but a crash.

Skid marks.
Exactly.

He hit the brakes,
but the car didn't skid.

No screeching,
no skidding.

Because you think
he lost his brakes?

Or somebody
cut the brake line.

It's not proof.

You said, "Nice work."

It's a simulation.

It's not evidence.
It won't hold up in court.

Which is why we need
to find the real car.

EDDIE: Hey, Mike.

You really made me
think about things.

Introspection
is good, Eddie.

I've always thought of you
as sort of a simple guy.

And by simple,
I mean straightforward,
but not very complicated.

No offense intended.

None taken.

I set the fire last night.

I thought if I set it,
and put it out,
I'd be a hero.

But then, the back door
locked on me.

I know.
Stupid, right?

And nobody
put you up to it?

You saved my life.

Who are you really, Mike?

Just a guy trying
to make things better.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

1968 Dodge Coronet.
I've uploaded tags
and VIN number to KITT.

You've got
to find that car.

Or what's left of it.

MIKE: You know,
I may have found a flaw
in your logic, KITT.

Really?

Your assumption was
whoever set the fire ended up
at Phil Driscoll's office.

Based on the
spectrographic analysis,
that was correct.

But Eddie admitted
he set it.

He could have gone
to Driscoll's office
after he left us,

or he could
have been lying.

No. He was threatening to
kick Terry Driscoll's ass,

so I'm guessing he wouldn't
be heading over to their
place for a nightcap.

My gut says
he was telling the truth.

It is possible
the methane trail
could be related

to another incident
or a person.

But outside of the fire,
there seems to be
no logical reason.

Holograms?

Really?

That's right.

(SIGHS)
That was some seriously
impressive shizz back there.

I know.

That's usually
my department.

I know.

You kind of made me
look bad.

I know.

That's why
I got you something.

What?

Level Fourteen
knows how to party.

"Botcraft Six.
Quest for Cyclops.
Hammer of Xerxes Seven."

These aren't
even out, yet.

I know.

The DMV search
was unsuccessful.

What about junk yards?
Insurance companies?
Car collectors?

Maybe somebody
bought it for parts.

I have broadened
my research parameters,

and may have come up
with a possibility.

Great. Where's the car?

The last place
you ever would
have expected.

(KITT HUMMING)

An art gallery?
You're kidding.

KITT: The remains of Julie's
father's car were
purchased by an artist

and installed
as the centerpiece
of an exhibit here.

A man died in that car.

Apparently, there is
an artistic subculture
especially fascinated

by automobile crashes.

Outside their subculture,

they're known
as idiots, KITT.

Go ahead. Touch it.
It helps you connect.

I call it
Beautiful Agony.

Wow. Where did you get it?

I scan the police blotter
for fatal accidents.

Then, I buy the wrecks
from the insurance company.

Yes.

Yes, I see.

I can tell that
you're into it.

People who come
right up to the car,
it's as if they...

It's as if
they want to connect
to the moment of impact.

Well, it's just so,
you know, visceral.

I'll let you remain
in the moment, then.

Listen to it.
It will sing to you.

(VOCALIZING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Enjoy.

Ass clown.

KITT: Michael,
the brake system
on a '68 Dodge Coronet

has a fluid line running down
the left side of the chassis.

I'm getting there now.

The brake lines
have been cut.

It may have been
severed in the crash.

No, this cut's too uniform.
Someone did this.

Zoe's right.
It was murder.

(VOCALIZING)

(BOTH VOCALIZING)

(MIMICS EXPLOSION)

(GUNS FIRING)

(GUNS FIRING)

Who the hell
is shooting at me?

KITT: The shots are coming
from the bridge above.

What are you waiting for?
A written invitation?
Come get me.

On my way, Michael.

Cover me.
Scatter pattern.

Rapid fire will exhaust
my ammunition supply

in approximately
seven seconds.

(CHUCKLES)
Wow. Seven seconds?
That's all you last?

That's 8,000 rounds, Michael.

Oh, it's fine.
I'm sure Sarah can fix it.
Start shooting.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GROANS)

Got the wheel.
How many?
- Two in pursui t.

And two attempting
to block the roadway
ahead.

And we are
out of ammunition.

Okay. Bad and bad.

Michael,
this is exhilarating.

It won't be for long
if we don't get
out of here.

I'm going to
try something.

I'd advise against it.

Why? You don't even know
what I'm going to do.

I rely on past performance
to indicate future action.

Prepare for impact.

KITT, Turbo Boost.

Not on a turn, Michael.

(KITT SCREAMS)

It's no fun
being predictable.

KITT, you scream
like a girl.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) It's five in
the morning and all the
square world are sleeping

* We're going downtown, baby *

* Going to buy ourselves *
* a little thrill *

* Yeah, we're driving *
* through the ghetto *

* Where I sure feel *
* out of place, man *

Where's Julie?

Upstairs.

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa *

KITT: Michael,
I have scanned
the entering crowd.

So far, I've detected
six knives, a slingshot,

and two Chinese
throwing stars.

This is worse
than last night.

What the hell
is going on?

KITT: I am wondering
the same thing.

Michael, the felons
have returned.

Okay, you're good.

I'm going to open it up
like a tin can.

That's it.

(YELLS)

Hey. Hey. Come on.

(GROANS)

Come on. Let's
get out of here.
No.

Come on. Come on.
Come on.

Billy? Zoe?
You might want
to see this.

Whoa.

I thought Mike told KITT
to be Zen.

Sometimes, a man just
reaches his limit.

It's not like KITT
to disobey an order.

KITT? What happened?

KITT: I am wondering
the same thing.

You mean that explosion
wasn't you?

It wasn't me.

But I do detect
high levels
of methane gas

that could have
been ignited by
the welding torch.

Going to the county
registrar's files.

Pulling up the real estate
records on Sonny's now.

Geological surveys, too?

They're not here.
Already tapped into
Building and Safety.

There was a confidential
subterranean survey done
six months ago.

By who?

It was paid for
by Driscoll Development.

Why?

Because it's not the bar.
It's what's under it.

The mineral rights.

Sonny's sits on top
of a pool of methane.

Based on current prices
and the estimated cubic
footage,

the rights are worth
at least 50 million.

(WHISTLES)

KITT: That would explain
the explosion.

And the fires
and the fights.

And why Driscoll
wanted to buy
the place.

Mike!

Yeah, Billy?
- It's Phil Driscol l.

He's after
the mineral rights.

ZOE: They're worth
at least 50 mil.

Michael.

Phil Driscoll
set the fires
to force you out.

He hired thugs
to start trouble
at Sonny's.

He wants your bar
because the mineral rights
are worth a fortune.

What are you talking about?
Phil was doing me a favor.

No. You don't understand.

He had a geological
survey done without
your father's knowledge.

Michael, stop.

Phil had a heart attack
this morning.

They found him
less than an hour ago.
Phil Driscoll's dead.

Phil was an honest man.
He was my father's friend.

Then, why was he doing
secret oil and gas surveys
of your property?

What are you
talking about?

KITT, on screen, in here.

How did you do that?

Push in on the last page.
Is there a signature?

KITT: Yes.
Terrence Driscoll,
Phil Driscoll's son.

Patch in Billy and Zoe.

We just got confirmation
on Phil Driscoll's death.
Heart attack.

It's not Phil.
It's Terry.

It's always
the crazy ones.

You've got to get me
something solid enough
to take him down.

I'm on it.

What the hell
was that?

That is how
I straighten out my karma.

I programmed
image recognition for
a 1968 Dodge Coronet.

Okay, we're hacked
into every business
with a camera system

within a two mile radius
of Sonny's.

Running footage
the day of
the accident now.

I need you to call
Terry Driscoll
and tell him

you're so upset
by his dad's death,
you need to see him.

Tell him you can't handle
the place by yourself
and you're willing to sell.

He'll never go for it.

Trust me.
He'll go for it.

I don't even have
his number.

KITT?
KITT: It's ringing.

Terry. It's Julie Nelson.

Listen,
I need to see you.

This is a crazy
long shot.

But we love long shots.

Right on schedule.

I'm really glad
you called.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Yeah, like a methane
and soda?

(LAUGHING)

You know, I actually think
it's harder playing dumb
than being dumb.

No. Don't sell
yourself short, Terry.

You're really
good at both.

Hold him!

JULIE: Robin, the bat!

Hey!

(GRUNTING)

(CLAMORING)

(GROANING)

Get him out of here.

We've got a match.

It's from an ATM camera
at a bank across the street.

While Julie's dad
was inside the bank,

Terry Driscoll cut his
brake line on his car.

That's right.
No skid marks.

(SNICKERS)
Skid marks.

(GROANS)

So...

What happened
after I blacked out?

Well, I had you
brought up here,

and then, I had
my way with you.

Oh, good.
That wasn't a dream.

No.

Ow!
- Oh! I'm so sorry.

(LAUGHING)

Ow.

I was hoping
you would stay a while.

You're keeping
the bar open?
- Mmm-hmm.

Come on.
You're sitting on, like,
50 mil worth of methane.

Well, somebody's got to
keep Robin from sleeping
with all the customers.

And look at Eddie.
He finally got
his confidence back.

I made my dad a promise.

Hmm.

Sure you don't want
to stick around?

It could be fun.

You could maybe
tell me how you did
all that

stuff.

You know what they say.

You can't go home again.

Or at least, for the next,
like, three to four hours,
I could.

That's it?
- That's it.

Stay Zen, dude.

You too, Eddie.

KITT: I was wrong, Michael.

MIKE: What are you
talking about?

I guess you can
go home again.