For The Love Of Mike
Graiman, still barging through the wooded area, comes upon a house. After checking to see if anyone's home, he breaks a pane of glass in the door and lets himself in. He splashes his face with water, checks the fridge (hee -- and it's empty), then flops down on a settee. The way the shot of his head is framed leaves plenty of room for the barrel of a shotgun to enter it, and here's one now, followed by the sound of cocking. Graiman makes a "henh?" face, and it's time for another testament to the joys of Ford ownership.
Back from another installment of the KITT/Mike mini-show commercials which I refuse to dignify. "Move and I'll kill you," says the gun's owner. "Jenny, it's me," Graiman grits out. "It's Charles." She drops the gun, rolls her eyes, and asks what the hell he's doing; he just says he needs a phone or a computer. Luddite Jenny doesn't have either of those things, but Graiman really needs one, and asks if her car's out back.
More awkwardness in the car; now it's Mike's turn to order KITT to pull over. KITT and Sarah both ask what's wrong, and there's dramatic pulsing on the soundtrack, but Mike just has to pee. Har. A few minutes later, Mike is addressing his bladder concerns to a roadside bush, which Sarah thinks is the perfect time to ask why he blew her off after she left for Stanford. Mike's like, kinda busy here, but Sarah rambles on about the great summer they had together and how she "practically stalked" him but he never responded. Mike: "...Sorry." Sarah's like, that's...it? Mike thinks it over, apparently decides that it's better long-term to lie meanly to her, and shrugs that he met someone else and didn't know how to tell her. Sarah: "At military school?" Good question. How old are they supposed to be, exactly? Because she's talking like this just happened, but also like it happened before college, which, if he's already out of the army...I don't get the timeline. Mike is done with the conversation, basically. Sarah keeps trying, saying that he could have told her, and Mike's like, fine, next time you'll be the first to know, and gets in the driver's seat.
The Pine Woods Motel, whose crisp new neon sign would like you to know that it has vacancies, and color TV. As if motels still tout that. Jenny asks if KITT is another Trans Am. Graiman says it's a Mustang. Then Jenny asks who's driving, and when Graiman makes a "busted" face, Jenny realizes who it is -- Mike, Jenny's son, not that the movie thinks we'll figure that out without a PowerPoint presentation -- and immediately starts spluttering. Graiman says pleadingly that he needed someone who would watch over Sarah. Why Sarah, who is apparently an AI Ph.D of some sort, isn't deemed capable of taking care of herself is not really clear to me here in 2008 -- hell, she wouldn't even be the only ass-kicking Sarah on TV right now -- but I won't make a big feminazi issue of it. (...Yet.) Jenny storms past Graiman into the motel.