Knight Rider 2000 Page #2

led me to believe he'd be, Devon.

Neither are you, Mr. Maddock.

How dare you dismantle that car

without first discussing it with me.

I did what I had to do

to keep this operation alive.

I make no excuses for it.

No, you wouldn't! Humility and

modesty are hardly in your makeup.

I've had just about

all the arrogance I can take!

Look, you want a nice guy,

that's not me.

But I get results.

As long as I am the controlling partner,

we do things my way.

Is that clear?

Yeah.

Thanks for the ride, Kurt. Night.

Daniels must have chewed you up and

down for buzzing the deputy mayor, huh?

Come on, McCormick, what gives?

You know why Forensics never recovered

that handgun from the Tower?

Because I did.

Why?

I don't know.

It was kind of a hunch.

The gun was a nine-millimeter Weber, Kurt.

That doesn't mean it was a cop's gun.

But they were all supposed

to have been melted down.

There are lots of nine mills

out there on the black market.

I know, but I had a feeling about this.

Tell me it's my dumb intuition.

It probably is.

But why is this particular gun

showing up all of a sudden?

This isn't the first one lately.

Will you run a ballistics on this?

Just for my own peace of mind.

I stuck it under my mattress three days ago,

and I haven't been able to sleep since.

I'll do some quiet asking around.

In the meantime,

don't say nothing to nobody.

Who knows where this could go.

Did I screw up?

No, you did good.

Now go get some sleep, all right?

Okay.

Okay.

Surprise! Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, Shawn!

By the look on your face,

I'd say your partner keeps

a damn good secret.

Yeah!

Speech! Speech!

Oh, you're all an obnoxious bunch,

you know that?

Well,

I don't really have a family anymore.

At least not until I joined the P.D.

And, uh, the last few months...

have been the greatest in a long time,

and it's thanks to all of you.

I know I have a lot to learn,

and you've all been really patient.

I love all you guys.

Enough with the sentiment.

Cut the damn cake, huh?

It's triglyceride free.

Thanks.

You want to talk about

that ass you hired?

I did what I had to

to survive.

Devon, you're not doing this for money.

You never would.

Oh, no. Money isn't the problem.

We still have enough grant funding.

Then what is the problem?

Research means nothing

unless you can apply it, Michael.

We can help this city,

but the bureaucracy has stalled us for years.

Russ Maddock deserves some credit

for turning that around.

You promised me KITT's body.

Yes, I did.

I'm afraid he's been recycled.

Now that's just wonderful.

You stick me in mothballs

for nearly a decade,

and then you sell off my parts like

I'm inventory for Manny, Moe and Jack.

KITT, it's wonderful

to hear your voice.

I wish I could say the same, Devon,

but one of my auditory monitors must've

landed in some kid's walkie-talkie.

- Is that you, Michael?

- Yeah.

You look like crap.

Well, so do you, pal.

At least I have an excuse.

You've obviously gone down the toilet

since we split up, Michael. Get a life.

I got a life and a body, too,

which is more than I can say for you.

Forget my body. Where is my

random access or my graphics board?

I can't even play

a round of Pacman in here.

You're dating yourself, buddy boy.

Pacman is in the Smithsonian now.

Probably an exhibit or two away from you.

At least some things

haven't changed.

Attention, Adam 2020,

Code 17-X in progress at Arnold Jewelers.

Cover the north exit!

I've located suspect

on north side of complex.

Appears to be heading towards canal.

Freeze!

Where'd you get this?

We meet again.

The Tower.

You shouldn't have picked up

that gun, McCormick.

We can work this out.

Relax, Officer.

You're off duty now.

Vitals.

B.P. 80 over 50 and dropping.

Anything on the bio scan?

Brain waves present, but there's damage.

Clear that doorway.

You'll have to wait out here.

Is she still alive?

Barely.

As a city employee,

she's turned her rights over to me.

I'm authorizing you

to read her R.N.A.

R.N.A. is a risky procedure.

There's still a chance we can save her.

We need to find out

who did this to her, Doctor.

Believe me,

she would want us to know.

Prepare for R.N.A. transfer.

Lift.

Gently.

Activate.

Spot.

Insert probe one into optic nerve,

two and three into

hemispherical memory regions.

Position probe.

Stand clear.

Probe insertion completed, Doctor.

Happy birthday, Shawn.

Happy birthday, Shawn.

I love you.

I love all you guys.

Commissioner.

The injury appears to have destroyed

a cluster pattern in her cerebrum.

In simple terms,

she's lost her most recent memory.

But there is good news.

The R.N.A. confirmed we can save her life...

by performing

a fragmentary cerebral transplant.

I'll need your authorization.

Doctor, may I speak to you

in private?

There is certifiable doubt as to how she'll

function after this operation, if at all.

Isn't that true?

Yes, there's always a degree of incertitude

with procedures such as this.

But I'm extremely confident.

Have you ever performed

one of these before?

No, but I've logged 90 hours

on the surgical simulator.

She's a textbook case.

Perfect for me.

I'm afraid I have no choice

but to decline.

Commissioner, what you're saying

in effect is to terminate life support.

Don't think I feel the slightest bit good

about this decision, Doctor,

but our budget deficit is

already in the high seven figures.

We literally cannot afford it,

based on the risk.

I am urging you to reconsider.

Your career advancement will have

to wait until the next victim rolls in,

Dr. Glassman.

My decision is final.

We're going ahead with the transplant.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we're about to expand.

I, like you, believe in the constitutional right

for all citizens to bear firearms,

not just the criminals.

Self-protection was a principle

this country was founded on,

and I see nothing wrong

with continuing that philosophy...

while getting very, very rich...

selling banned handguns

on the black market.

What about you?

I don't remember murder...

as part of our forefathers' philosophy,

Mr. Watts.

Oh, but an eye for an eye certainly was.

The former mayor was responsible...

for getting our handguns

banned, Miller.

The bad guys, they still have them.

Six of us have bought it already this year.

All we can do is buzz them back.

They told us the ban would help.

They lied.

This is not about

self-protection anymore.

He shot one of our own

at the Tower, Strand.

How do you justify that?

That was unplanned...

and quite unfortunate.

Just like shooting my partner, right?

That was never part of the deal.

- Neither was her interference at the Tower.

- She did it to herself, Miller.

I planned on bringing her in eventually.

It was just too soon.

I'd say it was too late.

She was your responsibility...

and still is.

Her memory's gone.

She's out of the equation.

We'll see.

What about the new freelance department?

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