Knight Rider 2000 Page #3

That could really screw things up for us.

There's way too much tension

in this room.

They won that franchise

based on a flashy car,

which won't even be finished

by the time their contract expires.

They will be no problem.

Trust me.

You're watching

the Fiber Optic Information Network.

Today in Washington,

President Quayle successfully concluded

peace treaty negotiations with England.

A unilateral cease-fire

in Bermuda--

Good morning, sir.

Morning, Lori.

Good morning. Knight Foundation.

President Quayle attributed the swift

success of Operation Tropical Storm...

to innovative combat technology

and the support of the American people.

I don't want to hear excuses.

The 4000 is already two weeks behind.

You kick that distributor's butt,

or I'll have to kick yours.

I'm glad to see that company morale

is a priority of yours.

Not as much as nailing our contract.

We need results, Devon. Now.

I think we have some.

It's an inventory of evidence

seized over the last two years,

all relating to handgun crimes.

Notice how the percentage

of Weber automatics has gone up...

since the mayor was shot.

You're not thinking

what I think you're thinking.

I'll admit that police involvement

is an unlikely possibility,

but every prospect

should be checked out.

Compared to what I said to Daniels,

this is a real slap in her face.

I'm impressed, Devon.

I'm not suggesting

we shouldn't handle this delicately.

I'd like to put Michael on it.

He's wrapping up tests on KITT.

Michael, this isn't going to work.

Just trust me, buddy.

It's a new body.

Take a little getting used to,

but you'll do just fine.

It's your body

I'm having trouble adjusting to.

You did shower today, didn't you?

Yes, I had a full wash

and a wax, all right?

Time to take Mr. Personality

for a spin.

Amazing power you get

out of those rodents under the hood.

Not to mention the one in the backseat.

Wonderful.

A car with an attitude.

You'd have a disposition, too,

if you suddenly went from

state-of-the-art to this.

I may not catch every criminal,

but I'll sure look good at the drive-in.

KITT, there are no more drive-ins.

In that case, I'm useless.

KITT has a terrific sense of humor,

don't you think?

That's a matter of opinion.

Can we table this for a while?

What's that?

We've been scanning bar codes.

You come up with something?

The blue coupe idling

in front of that A.T.M....

is registered to a Todd Mullen,

whom you'll find on my monitor.

I see he's currently wanted

for drug trafficking and murder.

He's withdrawing a large sum of cash,

approximately 10,600.

Would you like me to electronically

disable the man's vehicle?

For starters.

Now stun him.

All right, pal, you're under arrest.

They've set their phasers on stun, Captain.

I don't like the looks of it.

Michael, shall I Mirandize him?

KITT, it's Scotty.

Who?

Star Trek, you idiot!

He's James Doohan,

the actor who played Scotty in

the original series and all 10 movies.

Don't tell me you're a closet Trekkie.

The dilithium crystals are fading fast.

I don't think I can hold them, Mr. Spock.

Maddock, I'm very angry about this.

You obviously substituted

a bogus chip in my memory.

I want my old chip back.

Please! Somebody beam me up!

Scotty, Scotty, Scotty.

I'd like a few minutes of your time,

Commissioner.

It's all right, Andrew.

We're happy to see you back,

Officer McCormick.

You must have plenty of questions.

If you'd like, I can ask Andrew to--

I understand you ordered

the plug pulled on me.

That isn't perfectly accurate.

There were financial

considerations at work.

My memory might be impaired,

but I assure you nothing else is.

I want to find the creep who shot me.

Reassign me to my old unit.

I can't do that.

Technically, you shouldn't even have

a desk job after what happened.

Neither should you, considering

your profound lack of judgment.

Officer, I really think this discussion is--

Anti-capital punishment for criminals,

but pro-euthanasia for your own cops?

You know something, Commissioner?

You might benefit

from a bullet in the head as well.

McCormick, you have just

guaranteed yourself--

Don't bother. I quit.

We're fully staffed at this time,

but we'll keep your resum

on our database.

Thanks for coming in.

I'm more than

what's on that piece of paper.

Give me a chance.

I promise I won't let you down.

May I be blunt?

Good cops don't get fired.

Now if you'll excuse us--

I quit.

And if you'd done your homework,

you'd know the reason why.

I, on the other hand,

know all about you, Mr. Maddock:

illustrious former D.A.

with a 95.4 percent conviction rate,

never married, with a track record of

dating blondes considerably younger.

You play singles-only tennis

with a winning percentage of 98.2....

because you always select opponents

who'll provide you with adequate competition,

but not enough to beat you.

Your most recent loss

was to a woman, incidentally.

Shall I go on?

I have a feeling that your

knowledge of our operation...

is equally thorough, Ms. McCormick.

So is my familiarity

with the handgun cases,

which I memorized and correlated in

their entirety prior to my resignation.

You've got a chip in your head,

don't you?

Memory chip transplants

are not uncommon today.

Everything may work out fine.

Mr. Maddock has one on his shoulder.

Let's cut through the smoke here.

Why do you really

want to work for us?

That should be obvious.

- Humor me.

- What are my choices?

My field is law enforcement,

so that just leaves you and the P.D.

And while it may be wishful thinking,

I'd like to believe you're the better of the two.

I still say you've got

a hidden agenda, lady.

I was shot point-blank in the head,

and I want to nail the bastard who did it.

That's my agenda. What's yours?

Good news.

I located KITT's missing chip.

Where?

Well, that's the bad news.

It was sold

to the R.N.A. trauma center...

and ended up in some

policewoman's head.

Michael, meet the missing chip.

I suppose we should at least be cordial.

My name is KITT, originally designed

with Series 2000 circuitry.

Terrific.

The lights are on, but nobody's home.

They spend $10 million building the car

and forget the voice. Incredible.

So it's going to be

"mine is bigger than yours," is it?

Mine is bigger than yours.

So it talks...

and sounds suspiciously familiar.

I only speak when it's necessary.

Maddock's voice!

I knew the man had an ego, but please.

We have nothing further to discuss.

There's nothing worse than

a smart-ass automobile.

Did you have much experience

driving police units?

Your inference is that

I'm inadequate, which I resent.

No, no. I only thought

your knowledge might help us.

Secondly, if you'd taken the time

to look over my resum,

you'd know the exact nature

of my field training,

and you wouldn't be making

such a feeble query.

All the chips in the world,

and she has to end up with KITT's.

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