Knight Rider 2000 Page #4

Actually, only a few chips on the market

are compatible with the human brain,

and they're very expensive.

Under the circumstances,

it made perfect sense for me to get

the research chip from your car.

Your lack of deductive reasoning

amazes me.

Lady, I don't know

if this is the personality

you were born with or what,

but you've got an attitude

that will not fly around here.

We all work together or not at all.

Not at all seems to be

your suit, not mine.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you

leave the Foundation in 1990...

to run an unprofitable

bass charter?

It seems you get along better with fish

than you do with people.

Hey, I know some fish

with better personalities than you.

Excuse me. Wrong car.

That?

Hang a pair of fuzzy dice off the mirror

and we'll be ready to go.

Uh, I drive.

Not anymore you don't.

Michael, kindly tell this obnoxious person

to remove her hands from my wheel.

- The car talks.

- Brilliant observation.

I'll bet she even knows

how many tires I have.

Yes, and they're obviously overinflated.

Who is this repugnant female?

Repugnant? Try looking in

the rearview mirror, whoever you are.

KITT, say hello to Shawn McCormick.

She has your missing chip

implanted in her brain.

We'll simply have

to have it removed.

Wrong. The chip is mine now,

and it's staying under my hood, got it?

Although after meeting

the pretentious source of the chip,

I may give it some consideration.

Slow down!

Don't tell me! I'm not driving!

KITT, knock it off.

This arrogant machine

is gonna kill both of us!

Enough, KITT. Pull over.

Oh, no. His hard drive crashed.

No way! A hard drive malfunction

is impossible with my circuitry!

- You mean his circuitry.

- Whatever. He's faking it.

No way. KITT wouldn't go that far.

I apologize.

What happened?

I lost my temper.

You may think I'm just a machine,

but I do have a feelings chip.

Maybe you could use

one of those chips too.

Yeah. Maybe.

Just what we need.

It could be.

That's your ex-partner, isn't it?

How'd you know that?

- Homework chip.

- What should I do?

We need inside information,

remember?

I don't know what you were like

before you became sister of KITT,

but see if there's any charm buried in there.

These old classics are great,

but they're a pain to drive sometimes, huh?

I can drive them just fine.

Thank you very much.

But I could drive them a lot better

if I had a lesson or two.

Think you'd be free sometime

to help me out in that department?

I think I have some time for that.

I suppose I should thank you

for not arresting me.

Yes, you should.

I miss my old partner, McCormick.

I don't miss mine.

I'm sorry.

That was an abrasive thing to say.

What I mean is, I have

very little memory of you to miss.

That's okay.

You're just being honest.

But it sure don't sound like

the old McCormick.

Things tend to change after you get

your brains blown out, partner.

Has the department made

any progress with the handgun situation?

Not really.

What about the former mayor?

Any leads?

I'm all shop-talked out.

Do you mind if we change the subject?

Michael, the analyzer indicates

stress in his voice.

Understand that I have one priority:

to confront the creep that shot me.

I need all the help I can get.

Kurt.

What a pleasant surprise.

Mind if I join you?

No, not at all.

I'm John Wilson.

You must be Kurt's former partner.

I've heard all about you.

Sorry. I should've introduced you.

Mr. Wilson's in the import business.

And exports.

I send these little knickknacks

to Hong Kong.

I know it's illegal to smoke in public here.

KITT, capture a voiceprint

of this guy, will ya?

- It's a nasty habit.

- Well--

I really have to go.

Thanks for the coffee.

It's been a pleasure, Ms. McCormick.

She stared you straight in the eye.

Are you satisfied?

She's a very lucky woman.

Blow out the candles.!

Make a wish!

Any luck with the voiceprint?

I have insufficient bytes

to calculate a match.

I haven't lost my memory.

That makes one of us.

KITT, give it a rest. This is serious.

I just saw myself getting shot.

I actually remembered it.

Do you see who did it?

No.

But, God, they said

I had no recent memory.

Something is in there,

and I can't get it out.

Maybe you won't have to.

As I said, you had no recent memory.

You're lying.

And I want to know why.

Contrary to what you are thinking,

I do have ethics.

I risked my career to save your life.

I heard it boosted your career,

Dr. Glassman.

A Lenhart surgical grant

was awarded to you...

after successfully performing

the procedure,

despite odds of failure

topping 44.8 percent.

Not that I'm ungrateful.

I see your short-term

memory retention is exemplary.

And my long-term memory's

not far behind.

I remember getting shot, Doctor,

and I want the rest of it back.

The disk is blank.

Where's the real one?

- You're looking at it.

- You erased it?

I'm sorry.

I don't trust you or anyone anymore.

You're just going to have

to tell us what you saw.

I didn't see anything.

This is her life we're talking about.

It's mine too! I'm not getting involved!

Hey, we've been

sitting here in this park for hours,

and nothing's coming back to you.

You'rejust gonna have to--

What, put it out of my mind?

Too late. Somebody already did.

I'm on your side.

The only side you're on is your own.

What's that supposed to mean?

Devon told me you were leaving

as soon as the Knight 4000 is finished.

Michael, is that true?

You never should've brought me back.

We brought each other back, pal.

So what am I supposed to do,

hope for another memory jolt or two?

There's one possibility

which I've been reluctant to mention.

It could be extremely dangerous.

Just tell me what it is.

The human body is run by electric current,

much like a computer,

but only at a fraction of the voltage.

Because of my chip being in your brain,

I might be able to stimulate

your hemispherical memory center...

and pipe it through my monitor.

What, I'm supposed to stick my finger

in the cigarette lighter or something?

I could generate it

from my overdrive shift lever.

You said it was dangerous.

If I don't calculate the precise

electrical input, the odds are--

Just a moment.

331/2 percent chance

of permanent brain damage.

Thank you.

Forget it.

I truly appreciate your concern, but--

Well, you'd better

appreciate my concern...

'cause it's real.

Michael,

it's my choice,

and it's the only one I can make.

Don't do it, KITT.

I'm afraid I have to respect

her wishes over yours, Michael.

Maybe for a long time to come.

You've got an attitude

that will not fly around here.

We all work together or not at all.

I love you.

I don't really have a family anymore,

at least not until I joined the P.D.

I'm going to repay you all

by being the very best.

That's all there is to it.

You've got a good partner.

Just don't blow it out there

and you'll be fine, honey.

Relax, Officer.

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