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Knight Rider 2000 Page #4
- Year:
- 1991
- 91 min
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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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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
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.
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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