Knight Rider 2000 (1991) - full transcript
In the future, guns are banned and criminals are frozen for the duration of their sentences. A recent spate of killings involving handguns brings Michael Knight back to fight for justice, but he insists of the help of KITT, his artificially-intelligent car from decades ago. The only problem is that KITT has been deactivated.
[Upbeat instrumental music]
[Beeping]
[Humming]
[Smoke hissing]
[Slow instrumental music]
You've kept me here for three hours.
I got my rights, you know.
WOMAN: You can't keep me down here
against my will.
WOMAN: I got to get home and feed
my 12 cats, and my dogs. They're hungry.
WOMAN: Quit jerking me around.
Tell me why I'm being held down here.
[Officers groaning]
[Coughs]
OFFICER 1: Let's go.
-Are you okay?
-Nice work.
I'll probably get hit with brutality.
That scum's a cop killer.
I love this system.
Miller, we got the cush detail today.
-Something even your rookie can handle.
-Thank you.
We're baby-sitting the mayor.
-Some fundraiser at the Tower.
-A|| the chicken wings you can eat.
I hope someone warned them I was coming.
So, McCormick,
how do you like your street life so far?
-Haven't seen much action yet.
-You probably won't...
unless there was a sudden rash of Code 17s
at all the doughnut shops in your sector.
-You're full of them today, Hedges.
-Every day.
Look, you've got a good partner.
Just don't blow it out there
and you'll be fine, honey.
WOMAN: Congratulations, Mr. Mayor.
MAYOR: Thank you for your support.
[People chattering loudly]
FRANK: Good to see you.
MAN 1: Super job.
Thank you very much. We've got to talk.
What's the matter?
I have some anti-inflammatory
down in the unit. Let me get it for you.
No. It'll pass.
Maybe a chicken wing might help.
MAN 2: Congratulations, Mayor.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Officer groans]
[Gunshot]
[All screaming in panic]
I'll do him, too, so help me God!
Come on!
Put them down. Please!
[Slow instrumental music]
-I'm gonna buzz them both.
-You know the code.
He might get a shot off first.
Put down your ultrasound.
Put it down.
WOMAN: [On radio] Attention, Sector 5 units.
Code 17-X in progress at Tower restaurant.
Proceed with extreme caution.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
-Freeze!
-Don't shoot!
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
I don't know about you,
but it impresses the hell out of me...
if I do say so myself.
It's a nice simulation...
but I doubt even that car
could've saved the mayor's life.
-That's something we'll never know.
-True, but once completed...
I guarantee you'll be quite astonished
by what the Knight 4000 can do.
Frank Cottam gave me my career.
I want whoever's responsible
for his death stopped.
-We all do, Mayor Abbey.
-And we're your solution.
Not only do we have a state-of-the-art
operations base, but now a vehicle...
which is an entire department on wheels.
I'm talking a communications centre
with worldwide links.
The latest
virtual reality display technology...
and artificial intelligence...
superior to the Commissioner
and all her cops put together.
With all due respect, Commissioner Daniels.
DEVON: Maddock's enthusiasm
is shared by the entire Foundation.
Of course, we're here
in the spirit of collaboration.
We do not need another
law enforcement department here, period.
And I suppose LA, New York
and Chicago don't, either.
Funny, they all have
a freelance department now.
We're not any of those cities.
No? The city of the future.
That's what they said back in the '90s.
I've got news for you. The future's here...
and that Tower is an antique now.
-So is your old way of fighting crime.
-Don't talk to me about antiques.
The Knight Foundation was
a philanthropic dinosaur...
-until Devon brought you on board.
-Commissioner, that isn't quite accurate.
Mayor Cottam had enormous respect
for our company's accomplishments...
or he wouldn't have established
a relationship with us.
Keeping the city safe is difficult enough...
without a freelance department
to stumble over.
At best you'll impede due process
and create legal havoc.
MADDOCK: I can't listen to this.
DEVON: Russ, please.
First you ban capital punishment...
then you ban handguns from everyone
including your own police.
It may work in other countries,
but it sure as hell doesn't work here.
It hasn't had a chance to work.
We are one of the first cities
to activate this ban.
We are setting a precedent
for the entire country.
I'm sorry, but the wrong people
are getting shot.
What do you do with these murderers
instead of firing back?
Buzz them with ultrasound,
and freeze them...
so they can come back 20 years later
and victimise a whole new generation.
Cryogenic incarceration saves...
an estimated $1.5 billion per year...
while solving the problem
of prison overcrowding...
and cruel conditions.
Whose side are you on anyway?
What's your point, Mr. Maddock?
You may be the next one lying dead
in a restaurant, Mr. Mayor.
Can you really afford not to have us?
I'm giving you 30 days to complete that
car and show me some results...
or I'm dropping your freelance contract.
Mr. Mayor, the Knight 4000
is still in prototype form.
It won't be ready
for at least two more months.
That's not my problem.
Good day, gentlemen.
We'll get through this.
Don't worry about them.
I'm worried about us.
We need help, Russ.
We need help.
[Soft instrumental music]
Hello, Michael.
Hello, Devon.
-How are you?
-Good. Real good.
Thank you.
I came here for two reasons.
To see an old friend,
and because I need your help.
Devon, I'm not the same person any more.
I gave up that life.
I guess I'm on my third one now.
When we saved your life,
it was no random choice, Michael.
Right from the beginning,
we saw something in you.
DEVON: I still see it.
MICHAEL: I'm happy out here.
DEVON: Are you?
I made a promise a very long time ago...
a promise to fulfil one man's dream.
MICHAEL: I don't want to--
DEVON: Let me finish before you say no.
Wilton Knight created the Foundation...
in hopes of finding intelligent solutions
to violent problems.
Problems which have changed little in tens,
if not hundreds of years.
That's what's kept me going, Michael.
I truly share the same dream.
I wouldn't ask this
if there were any other answer.
I need you.
Come back for the next 30 days
until we cement our contract.
Then, after that, if you decide to go...
won't say a word.
Do you remember what Wilton always said?
-"One man can make a difference."
-I remember.
But that man is not me any more.
Me is fishing
and taking care of my Chevy outside.
MICHAEL: Me is taking advantage of life
for a change...
instead of life taking advantage of me.
No one ever suggested
that what we do is easy.
Nothing worthwhile ever is.
Don't make me beg, Michael.
I have nowhere else to turn.
[sighs]
Only under one condition.
He'll be waiting for us on arrival.
MADDOCK: I had to liquidate some things
to make our balance sheet look good.
Otherwise, we would have
never landed the franchise.
Frankly, I never considered KITT
an asset to begin with.
I see.
It's nothing personal, Devon...
but the car didn't exactly have fresh oil
on the dipstick, if you know what I mean.
With the 4000 on the way...
-it hardly seemed worth the price of storage.
-Yes, hardly.
-You let this guy actually do this?
-This guy...
happens to be your new boss, Mr. Knight.
And I'd watch that attitude from now on.
I assume you can repurchase
the missing components.
Most of them, I think.
I was surprised I could sell them at all...
but I guess the research facilities
found them okay.
Shows how up-to-date they are.
-If you really insist on buying them back--
-Just don't bother.
He's not exactly
what you led me to believe he'd be.
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.
MADDOCK: I make no excuses for it.
DEVON: No, you wouldn't.
DEVON: Humility and modesty
are hardly in your makeup.
DEVON: I've had just about all the arrogance
I can take.
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. ls that clear?
Yeah.
SHAWN: Thanks for the ride, Kurt.
Good night.
KURT: Daniels must have chewed you up
and down for buzzing the deputy mayor.
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's kind of a hunch.
The gun was a 9 millimetre Weber, Kurt.
That doesn't mean it was a cop's gun.
They were all supposed
to have been melted down.
There are lots of them on the black market.
I know, but I had a feeling about this.
-Te|| me it's my dumb intuition.
-It probably is.
[Kurt laughs]
But why is this particular gun
showing up all of a sudden?
SHAWN: 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.
[Switch beeping]
ALL: Surprise! Happy birthday!
Happy birthday, Shawn!
By the look on your face, I'd say
your partner keeps a damn good secret.
SHAWN: Yeah!
ALL: Speech!
You're all an obnoxious bunch,
you know that?
[All laughing]
I don't really have a family any more.
At least, not until ljoined the PD.
[sighs]
And 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.
[All laughing]
I love all you guys.
Enough with the sentiment.
Cut the damn cake.
-|t'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.
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.
DEVON: 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 K|TT's body.
-Yes, I did.
I'm afraid he's been recycled.
KYYT‘. Now that's just wonderful.
[Humming]
KITT: 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.
[Devon laughs]
KITT, it's wonderful to hear your voice.
KITT: I wish I could say the same...
but one of my auditory monitors must
have landed in some kid's walkie-talkie.
KITT: Is that you, Michael?
MICHAEL: Yeah.
KITT: You look like crap.
MICHAEL: So do you, pal.
KWT". 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.
KYYT‘. Forget my body.
Where is my Random Access
or my Graphics Board?
can't even play a round of Pac-Man in here.
You're dating yourself, buddy.
Pac-Man is in the Smithsonian now.
KITT: Probably an exhibit or two
away from you.
At least some things haven't changed.
WOMAN: [On radio] Attention, Adam 2020,
Code 17-X in progress at Arnold Jewellers.
[Alarms buzzing]
Cover the north exit!
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
I've located suspect
on north side of complex.
Appears to be heading towards canal.
Freeze!
Where did you get this?
[Gasps]
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.
[Gunshot]
[Machines beeping]
GLASSMAN: Vitals.
TECHNICIAN: BP 80 over 50. Dropping.
GLASSMAN: Bio scan?
TECHNICIAN: Brain waves present.
Clear that doorway.
You'll have to wait out here.
DANIELS: ls she still alive?
KURT: Barely.
As a city employee,
she's turned her rights over to me.
I'm authorising you to read her RNA.
RNA is a risky procedure.
There's still a chance we can save her.
DANIELS: We need to find out
who did this to her.
Believe me, she would want us to know.
Prepare for RNA transfer.
DOCTOR 1: Lift.
DOCTOR 2: Gently.
DOCTOR 3: Activate.
[Machine humming]
GLASSMAN: Spot.
GLASSMAN: Insert Probe 1 into optic nerve...
2 and 3 into hemispherical memory regions.
DOCTOR 2: Position probe.
[Machine humming]
[Tense instrumental music]
G LASS MAN: Stand clear.
DOCTOR 2: Probe insertion
completed, Doctor.
[Tense instrumental music continues]
Happy birthday, Shawn.
Happy birthday, Shawn.
[Sentimental instrumental music]
I love you.
Hove all you guys.
GLASSMAN: 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 RNA confirmed we can save her life...
by performing
a fragmentary cerebral transplant.
Of course, I'll need your authorisation.
Doctor, may I speak to you in private?
DANIELS: There is certifiable doubt...
as to how she'll function
after this operation, if at all.
Isn't that true?
There's always a degree of incertitude
with procedures such as this...
but I'm extremely confident.
Have you 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.
lam urging you to reconsider.
Your career advancement will have
to wait until the next victim rolls in.
My decision is final.
We're going ahead with the transplant.
WATTS: 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.
WATTS: Self-protection was a principle
this country was founded on...
and I see nothing wrong
with continuing that philosophy...
while getting very rich...
selling banned handguns
on the black market.
WATTS: What about you?
I don't remember murder as part
of our forefathers' philosophy, Mr. Watts.
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.
AH 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.
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.
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.
WATTS: And still is.
KURT: Her memory's gone.
She's out of the equation.
We'll see.
What about the new freelance department?
That could really screw things up for us.
There's way too much tension in this room.
WATTS: 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.
[Signature music playing on TV]
ANNOUNCER: You're watching
the Fiber Optic Information Network.
Today in Washington,
President Quayle successfully concluded...
peace treaty negotiations with England.
A unilateral ceasefire...
-Good morning, sir.
-Morning, Lori.
Good morning. Knight Foundation.
ANNOUNCER: Attributed success
of Operation Tropical Storm...
to innovative combat technology
and the support of the American people.
MADDOCK: 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.
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.
KYYT‘. 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.
KITT: It's your body
I have trouble adjusting to.
KITT: You did shower today, didn't you?
MICHAEL: Yes, I had a full wash and a wax.
Time to take Mr. Personality for a spin.
MADDOCK: Amazing power you get
out of those rodents under the hood.
KWT". Not to mention the one in the backseat.
Wonderful. A car with an attitude.
KITT: You'd have a disposition, too,
if you 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.
N“: In that case, I'm useless.
KITT has a terrific sense of humour,
don't you think?
-That's a matter of opinion.
-Can we table this for a while?
MADDOCK: What's that?
MICHAEL: We've been scanning bar codes.
You come up with something?
KITT: The blue coupe idling in front
of that ATM is registered to a Tod Mullen...
whom you'll find on my monitor.
MICHAEL: I see he's currently wanted
for drug trafficking and murder.
N“: 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.
-A|| right, pal, you're under arrest.
-They've set their phasers on stun, Captain.
JAMES: I don't like the looks of it.
N“: Michael, shall I Mirandize him?
MICHAEL: KITT, it's Scotty.
KITT: Who?
Star Trek, you idiot. He's James Doohan...
the actor who played Scotty
in the original series and all 10 movies.
MICHAEL: You're a closet Trekkie?
JAMES: Dilithium crystals are fading fast.
JAMES: I can't hold them, Mr. Spock.
KITT: Maddock, I'm very angry about this.
You obviously substituted
a bogus chip in my memory.
want my old chip back.
-Please, somebody beam me up.
-Scotty.
Scotty.
I'd like a few minutes
of your time, Commissioner.
DANIELS: It's all right.
We're happy to see you back,
Officer McCormick.
You must have many 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 ofjudgment.
-Officer, I really think--
-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, too.
-You have just guaranteed yourself--
-Don't bother. I quit.
[Sombre instrumental music]
We're fully staffed at this time,
but we'll keep your resume in our database.
MADDOCK: Thanks for coming in.
SHAWN: I'm more than what's on that.
Give me a chance.
I promise I won't let you down.
May I be blunt?
Good cops don't get fired.
MADDOCK: Now if you'll excuse us--
SHAWN: I quit...
and if you'd done your homework,
you'd know the reason why.
SHAWN: I, on the other hand, know
all about you, Mr. Maddock.
Illustrious former DA
with a 95.4% 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 select opponents
who'll provide adequate competition...
but not enough to beat you.
SHAWN: 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 memorised 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.
MADDOCK: Humour me.
SHAWN: What are my choices?
My field is law enforcement,
so that just leaves you and the PD.
While it may be wishful thinking,
I'd like to believe you're better.
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?
MICHAEL: Good news.
-I located K|TT's missing chip.
-Where?
That's the bad news.
It was sold to the RNA trauma centre
and ended up in some policewoman's head.
Michael, meet the missing chip.
[Soft instrumental music]
KITT: I suppose,
we should at feast 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.
[Car engine whirring]
KITT: So it's going to be,
"Mine is bigger than yours," is it?
KNIGHT 4000: Mine is bigger than yours.
KITT: So it talks...
and sounds suspiciously familiar.
KNIGHT 4000: I only speak
when it's necessary.
KWT". Maddoclfs voice.
I knew the man had an ego, but please.
KNIGHT 4000: We have nothing further
to discuss.
KITT: 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, I only thought
your knowledge might help us.
If you'd taken the time
to look over my résumé...
you'd know the nature of my field training
and you wouldn't make such a feeble query.
All the chips in the world,
and she has to end up with K|TT's.
Actually, only a few chips available
are compatible with the human brain...
and they're very expensive.
Under the circumstances, it made sense
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.
I know some fish
with better personalities than you.
Excuse me. Wrong car.
SHAWN: That?
Hang a pair of fuzzy dice off the mirror,
and we'll be ready to go.
MICHAEL: I drive.
SHAWN: Not anymore you don't.
KITT: Michael, tell this obnoxious person
to remove her hands from my wheel.
SHAWN: The car talks.
KITT: Brilliant observation.
I'll bet she even knows
how many tyres I have.
Yes, and they're obviously overinflated.
KITT: Who is this repugnant female?
SHAWN: Repugnant?
Try looking in the rear-view mirror,
whoever you are.
KITT, say hello to Shawn McCormick.
She has your missing chip
implanted in her brain.
KYYT‘. 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.
[Tyres screeching]
MICHAEL: Slow down.
SHAWN: Don't tell me. I'm not driving.
MICHAEL: KITT, knock it off.
This arrogant machine
is gonna kill both of us.
That's enough, KITT. Pull over.
[Siren wailing]
[Upbeat instrumental music]
[KITT chatters unintelligibly]
Oh, no, his hard drive's 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.
[Tyres screeching]
[Truck horn blaring]
KITT: I apologise.
MICHAEL: What happened?
KITT: 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.
[Police car siren wailing]
SHAWN: Just what we need.
MICHAEL: It could be.
MICHAEL: Isn't that your ex-partner?
SHAWN: How did you know?
Homework chip.
What should I do?
MICHAEL: 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.
I can drive them just fine,
thank you very much.
[Shawn clears throat]
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.
SHAWN: Has the department made progress
with the handgun situation?
KURT: Not really.
SHAWN: And the former mayor? Any leads?
KURT: I'm all shop talked out.
Do you mind if we change the subject?
KITT: The analyser
indicates stress in his voice.
Understand that I have one priority...
to confront the creep that shot me.
SHAWN: 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.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
Sorry. I should have 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...
Capture a voiceprint of this guy, will you?
It's a nasty habit.
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.
[Gunshot]
[People clapping]
ALL: Blow out the candles!
[Slow instrumental music]
ALL: Make a wish!
[Gunshot]
Any luck with the voiceprint?
KITT: I have insufficient bytes
to calculate a match.
SHAWN: I haven't lost my memory.
KITT: That makes one of us.
KITT, give it a rest. This is serious.
I just saw myself getting shot.
I actually remembered it.
-Did 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 have 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.
SHAWN: A Lenhart surgical grant
was awarded to you...
after successfully performing the procedure.
Despite odds of failure topping 44.8 %.
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.
All right, 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.
-Then you 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!
[Door closes]
MICHAEL: You've been sitting in this park
for hours and nothing's coming back to you.
MICHAEL: You'll just have to--
SHAWN: What?
Put it out of my mind?
Too late. Somebody already did.
MICHAEL: I'm on your side.
SHAWN: The only side you're on is your own.
MICHAEL: What's that supposed to mean?
SHAWN: Devon told me you're leaving
as soon as the Knight 4000 is finished.
N“: Michael, is that true?
KITT: You shouldn't have brought me back.
MICHAEL: We brought each other back.
So what am I supposed to do?
Hope for another memory jolt or two?
KITT: There's one possibility
which I've been reluctant to mention.
KITT: It could be extremely dangerous.
SHAWN: Just tell me what it is.
KITT: 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 centre...
and pipe it through my monitor.
I'm supposed to stick my finger
in the cigarette lighter or something?
KITT: I can generate it
from my overdrive shift fever.
You said it was dangerous.
KITT: If I don't calculate the precise
electrical input, the odds are...
just a moment...
33.5% chance of permanent brain damage.
KITT: Thank you.
MICHAEL: Forget it!
-I truly appreciate your concern, but--
-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.
KITT: I'm afraid I have to respect her wishes
over yours, Michael.
Maybe for a long time to come.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Static crackling]
But you've got an attitude
that will not fly around here.
We all work together or not at all.
I love you.
[Pipes tooting]
SHAWN: I don't really have a family anymore.
At least, not until [joined the PD.
SHAWN: 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.
You're off-duty now.
[Gunshot]
[Sombre instrumental music]
They betrayed me.
I know.
I know.
Let's do something about that.
Hi, Shawn.
Hello, Kurt.
-This is a pleasant surprise.
-Yeah, same here.
I left a few things in my locker.
Guess I'll see you around.
Showtime, buddy.
Who says there's not a cop around
when you need one?
Man, oh, man. I haven't seen one of these
things in a while. She is a beaut.
Everywhere but under the hood.
Think I got a dead battery.
Appreciate ajump.
-Sure, no problem.
-Thanks.
Adam 2525 right on schedule.
KITT: I'll say one thing for the police,
they're consistent and dependable.
KITT: Unlike some people I know.
MICHAEL: Don't start on me, KITT.
[Upbeat instrumental music]
OFFICER: Go ahead. Crank her over.
MICHAEL: Okay.
Start the download.
Sounds like you got problems
beyond your battery.
MICHAEL: Boy, you're telling me.
You know, she can be a real pain
in the butt sometimes.
Yep. She's got a mind of her own.
Tell you what.
One more time, I'm sure she'll start.
-Okey-doke.
-Thanks.
KITT: You enjoyed that, didn't you?
MICHAEL: Finish the download.
Listen....
Wow! No wonder your battery's drained.
Hey, how's the game going?
KITT: We're ahead 14-zip,
at beginning of the third.
It's a kit from RadioShack.
MICHAEL: Seven, eight, nine.
-Ten for ten. They were all assigned.
-Assigned to what?
Melting down police issues.
There must have been over 8,000 handguns.
Maybe they did some kind of swap,
fake ones for the real thing.
We're talking serious money here.
Who was in charge of destroying the guns?
-Commissioner Daniels.
-Big surprise.
Doesn't mean that she knew about it.
They may have acted entirely on their own.
You don't know the system like I do.
They would have needed help higher up.
Thank you, Karen.
KITT has just completed a workup
of Shawn's memory.
Looks like he matched that face to a file.
So what's this guy's real name?
SHAWN: Watts. Tommy Watts.
Former homicide detective.
Explains why he didn't show up
in current personnel files.
He served in the Philippine War in '93,
before he joined the PD.
Yeah. A weapon specialist.
Says here he worked directly under Daniels.
Not bad. At least KITT goes out with a bang.
The 4000 will be fully operational
tomorrow morning.
Just ahead of our deadline.
I'd say the bang is premature.
KITT still has plenty left to do.
Do we have an address for Mr. Watts?
Charlie, you should've seen the car
I gave a jump to today.
The whole dash was decked out
with TV screens and a computer console.
Must have been that new Vette
I've been reading about.
No. This was an old '57 Chevy,
cherried out all the way.
The damn thing had
artificial intelligence, too.
OFFICER: It was transferring some data,
then it switches over to the ball game...
and gives me the score.
[Tense instrumental music]
You're telling me they tapped
into the police mainframe?
The log showed a global download
of the personnel files.
It's only a matter of time
before they put it together.
A complete loss of memory?
[Tense instrumental music intensifies]
I don't enjoy being tense.
I'm sure there's a solution.
Yes, sir...
there is.
KNIGHT 4000: Sir, would you like me
to engage my virtual reality mode?
Why not?
[Beeping]
It's very impressive,
but I really think we ought to slow down.
KNIGHT 4000: No need for concern.
I'm programmed to cruise
at the optimum speed...
calibrated to a risk factor of .28...
which on this roadway calculates
at 243 kilometres per hour.
MADDOCK: Look out!
[Tyres screeching]
I assume you have an explanation.
KNIGHT 4000: We'd have sustained no
damage whatsoever by striking that animal.
It's a small fix.
Overall, what do you think?
I'm not looking for praise, Devon.
I want your honest opinion.
It means a lot to me.
You've done a remarkable job.
It meets, in most cases exceeds...
all our technical criteria.
I know we do things very differently...
but believe it or not, our goal is the same.
KITT was an exceptional car for his time,
no question about it.
It's just that the time has come
to pass the baton.
I agree that the Knight 4000
is superior in every way.
Except one. It lacks K|TT's humanity.
People make mistakes.
After prosecuting scum for so many years,
always having to fight defence lawyers...
and politicians
who only care about winning...
I've lost faith in human beings.
Maybe it's time you renewed it.
Loyalty and respect
cannot be dictated, Russ.
It has to be earned.
That being said, you did a damn good job.
I'm proud to have you as a partner.
[Groans]
Don't tell me. He escaped.
Nobody escaped.
Here we go, "Watts, Tommy J.
"Convicted in 1998 for fatally shooting
a suspect with a banned handgun.
"Early parole on February 19."
Parole for what, good behaviour?
KITT: Michael, my sensors indicate
we have company.
I don't see anybody.
Look again.
[Sirens wailing]
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
MICHAEL: Pull out all the stops.
KITT: They've been pulled.
This is a two-tone lowrider, remember?
[Sirens wailing]
Use your EID on them.
KITT: Tried. Their ignition systems
must have a scrambler I can't penetrate.
KITT: Prepare for a collision.
SHAWN: What?
KW“!
[Tyres screeching]
What the hell are you doing to my car, KITT?
That's original paint.
KWT". You'll have to trust me.
[Fast-paced instrumental music continues]
KITT?
We're gonna go off the end of the dock!
[Both screaming]
[Slow instrumental music]
I trust you two are all right.
Yeah. Just fine, KITT...
if you forget the fact that my Chevy
is sinking past a school of bass.
KITT: No alternative.
They'll assume you drowned...
KITT: when you don't come up soon.
SHAWN: They'll be right.
KYYT‘. Despite this car's shortcomings...
the passenger compartment
happens to be airtight.
You have approximately 25 minutes
of oxygen remaining.
Forget all the nasty things
lever said about you, KITT.
KITT: I'm afraid I already have.
[Static crackling]
What's going on, pal?
KYYT‘. The rest of the car isn't as watertight.
I only have about 30 seconds
of voice transmission left.
If water gets in your CPU, you're out of here.
KITT: I know. I guess this is goodbye.
I'm sure some of my chips
will be salvageable, Shawn.
Of course, you're welcome
to pick and choose.
I'll do that.
KYYT‘. Michael, take care of yourself.
[Sentimental instrumental music]
KITT?
KITT, you there?
[Machines beeping]
What's going on here?
I think you know exactly
what's going on here.
Read the man's RNA, Doctor.
One man can make a difference.
We do not need another
law enforcement agency here, period.
You don't know the system like I do.
They would have needed help higher up.
Well?
They have no hard proof.
What the Foundation knows consists of
speculation and vague allusions.
-You need the doctor for anything else?
-No.
It's sad he's going to become...
a victim of another senseless
handgun shooting, isn't it?
Pleasant dreams.
[Sentimental instrumental music]
[Heart beating]
-Shall we drink to what may be the start of--
-Of what?
One man's dream.
And to our future...
no matter who it may take us up against
or where.
[Electrocardiograph beeping]
I can't tell you how sorry I am.
I really liked the man.
I've decided not to renew
your contract, Mr. Maddock.
It's already cost all of us too much.
Mayor Abbey...
there's a strong possibility
your own police force is implicated...
with regard to the illegal handguns.
-Can you substantiate this claim?
-We're very close.
If you can just give us some time.
Insinuation's not enough to justify
your reinstatement, Mr. Maddock.
I'm sorry.
[Sentimental instrumental music]
MADDOCK: They think you and Michael
are at the bottom of the ocean.
MADDOCK: Now that and the 4000
will be our major assets.
SHAWN: We still lost the franchise.
More importantly, we've lost Devon.
One of our own has been killed...
and I'm not about to let city sanctions
keep me from doing something about it.
What about you?
Me, neither.
I promised Devon
I'd help out until your car was done.
I filled my end of the bargain.
You can't be serious about leaving now.
I knew you could never hack it.
God knows what Devon ever saw in you.
-Get out of my way.
-Gladly.
You're just as obsolete as that pile of rust...
you wasted our time
and money rebuilding, my friend.
The only thing worse is the pathetic
effort Devon put into rebuilding you.
[Solemn instrumental music]
When we first met,
I had you pegged as a loser, too.
But I couldn't have been more wrong.
I had some of the techies look KITT over.
They said he isn't a total write-off.
-Maybe you could--
-Or maybe you can.
Not alone, I can't.
Look, I know Maddock can be a jerk,
but he means well.
Still, he isn't you.
This is a little hard for me to admit...
but in some ways
you're actually superior to me.
You have experience. I don't.
I need you.
How about if we swing together
one last time in your backyard?
You don't need me, and I don't need you.
Yes, you do.
Only somebody hurting really badly
would turn their back right now.
Don't you think I know
what I'm walking away from?
Nobody cared about that man more than me.
Do you understand me? Nobody.
Then come back and help us, Michael.
-Help Devon.
-I tried.
Look what it got him.
He was wrong.
MICHAEL: One man can't make a difference.
[Sentimental instrumental music]
I'm so good at research now.
I knew I'd find out the big reason
why you left 10 years ago.
But guess what?
I couldn't.
I think you just burned out.
You lost your purpose.
Devon never lost his.
If you had died,
what do you think he'd do about it?
ANNOUNCER: Advent of algae farms that
produce non-polluting hydrogen fuel...
has unquestionably helped the environment.
But not everyone is happy about it.
Worldwide oil prices have plunged to
under 10 cents a barrel as a result...
with Persian Gulf countries the hardest hit.
Political leaders in Iraq and Iran
have declined comment.
Mr. Maddock, here's the list of police-owned
warehouses within county limits.
-Good work.
-Thank you, sir.
Shawn, any word from him?
It's been almost a week now.
I don't think he's coming back.
I'll walk you out.
-Night, Charlie.
-Good night.
What is it?
MADDOCK: His car.
CHARLIE: A real beauty.
MADDOCK: Yeah.
Not a scratch on her.
We're looking at a recording.
[Upbeat instrumental music]
What in the hell are you doing?
[Car engine whirring]
MADDOCK: Oh, my God.
You didn't!
N“: I'm afraid he did, Mr. Maddock.
And I must say,
this body fits me like a glove.
I missed my old partner, Mr. Knight.
I'm glad you're back.
You had something to do with it.
What I mean is, you helped convince me.
KITT: Desire.
SHAWN: I beg your pardon?
KITT: Your brand of perfume.
I'm equipped with an aromanometer now.
The scent is quite alluring.
But let's stick to the work at hand, all right?
The police vehicle has just arrived.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Kurt grunts in anger]
HEDGES: Come on. Have a doughnut.
KURT: No.
What's done is done. She's dead.
Just like she should've been the first time.
I want out.
There is no out and you know it.
The train's rolling, Miller.
You jump off now
and you'll get mowed down.
KITT: I'm ready with the voice sampler,
Shawn. It's ringing now.
Go ahead. You'll do fine.
Just speak calm and clear.
[Phone ringing]
Warehouse.
Yeah. Miller. Watts.
SHAWN: [In Watt's voice]
Meet me at the Big Bend Cafe.
Alone. And bring the crates.
-What about Hedges?
-Te|| her to wait at the warehouse.
SHAWN: [In Watt's voice]
Somebody?! pick her up later.
I'm on my way.
[Phone ringing]
Warehouse.
Yeah, the crates are all loaded.
-Miller's on his way to meet you.
-What are you talking about?
CLERK: You just called and told him
to meet you at the Big Bend, didn't you?
KURT: Oh, my God.
SHAWN: Watts didn't call you. I did.
You're supposed to be dead.
And you were supposed to be my friend.
KURT: I made some big mistakes.
SHAWN: You can correct them.
SHAWN: I know that shooting me
wasn't your idea.
In fact, you were the one that saved me.
Let me return the favour.
KITT: My infrared scanning picked up
a laser-scoped rifle...
100 yards from the building.
I thought I got into this
for all the right reasons.
Cops were being killed.
Killers were getting free.
You have evidence in your car, Kurt.
With your help,
we can shut down the whole operation.
Shawn, this goes beyond Watts.
He has help on the inside.
You can't stop this.
But maybe I can stop him.
[All screaming]
Officers on the scene found two crates
of illegal weapons in the trunk of his unit.
It all came down to one bad cop.
ls he alive for questioning?
One of our sniper force unfortunately
shot and killed him as a last resort.
Naturally we'll conduct
a full IA investigation...
but I wouldn't worry.
The handgun situation
is finally under control.
Here's a copy
of Watts's prison release authorisation.
It was signed by the governor.
KITT: Ianalysed the document
as it came in, Shawn.
The signature is mechanical,
commonly used by most politicians.
Then several people
could've had access to forge it.
KITT, print me a few more copies
of that release, will you?
-What's he doing?
-Something KITT and I should've thought of.
This just faxed in, Commissioner.
It makes no sense to me.
DANIELS: Who sent this?
ANDREW: The Knight Foundation.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
They'll be tearing all this down soon.
Out with the old and in with the new.
It's not such a bad thing, is it, Mr. Mayor?
Don't be so cavalier, Mr. Watts.
They know I released you.
It's a bluff.
They probably followed you,
hoping to get something.
Relax.
WATTS: I had the car debugged. We're alone.
ABBEY: I am far from relaxed.
They've accessed police computers
and judicial records.
ABBEY: Only a matter of time
before I'm fully implicated.
KITT: The limousine will reach a clearing
in 31 seconds, Michael.
They'll easily be able to spot us then.
We got to take that chance, KITT.
Keep recording.
-Who put you behind the mayor's desk?
-I did, and I plan on remaining.
Suspend shipment of all handguns
until the dust settles.
We can't do that. I've got 2,000
of them going out in the morning.
$10mi||ion worth, my friend.
Our biggest deal yet.
You're going to be
a very wealthy man, Harold.
I'm warning you, Watts.
Screw this up...
and I'll thaw out somebody else
to take care of you.
That's it. We got it.
We're out of here.
I'm warning you, Watts.
Screw this up...
and I'll thaw out somebody else
to take care of you.
As much as we loathe
working with each other...
I think we'll do better
if we combine strengths.
WATTS: Let's get these guns loaded, people.
The buyer is waiting.
HEDGES: You'll go through with this?
I'm not walking away from $10 million.
What if they've gone to Daniels?
The operation will be over.
Please calm down.
You're giving me a tension headache.
I have it covered.
[Chattering on police radio]
You act only under
my direct command, understood?
Whatever you say.
The guns are on their way! Let's go!
They're coming your way
in about one minute.
MICHAEL: We're ready.
KITT: Not exactly, Michael.
My scan-check software isn't
fully compatible with this car's circuitry.
It was working fine yesterday, KITT.
KITT: My guess is it's a bad sector on
my disk. There's probably nothing wrong.
Probably?
The Knight 4000's heading into
first-time combat...
and you can't tell
if it's functioning properly?
KITT: No. Unfortunately, we may have to rely
on some human judgment.
[Sirens wailing]
[Rhythmic instrumental music]
-Show me what that car of yours can do.
-Yes, ma'am.
You heard the lady.
MICHAEL: Switch to virtual reality.
Thermo time, pal. All four tyres.
KITT: My sonic disable!
appears to be on the fritz.
Thank you.
[Gunshots]
OFFICER 1: Cover the right!
I'll get the front of the van!
[Officers clamoring]
OFFICER 2: Cover those guys!
Move along to the right side there!
No sign of Watts?
He was never here. Or the guns.
KITT: I've detected a cluster of police units,
which also appear to contain weapons.
MICHAEL: Where, KITT?
KITT: Three miles due west.
I need auxiliary backup
and chopper units on line, immediately.
OFFICER 1: Let's go.
OFFICER 2: On the double.
They think they've gotten away.
We need to surprise them.
How do you propose we do that?
MICHAEL: Damn!
SHAWN: Morning rush hour.
How are we gonna get through all this?
KITT: May I make a suggestion?
[Soft instrumental music]
MICHAEL: It's either sink or swim with you.
KITT: I expect a full simonize
once this is over.
Tell the others to wait in their units
with the merchandise.
Our adversaries
can't walk on water, Officer. Relax.
[Soft instrumental music continues]
KITT: The police units are above us
on street level.
Scramble their communication
and lock their doors.
KYYT‘. My thoughts exactly.
[Gibbering on police radio]
I'm not comfortable at all with
the high-profile nature of this transaction.
I like to hide where they can see me.
It's always the last place they look.
I have a plane to catch.
Just wire those funds into my account,
and we can both be on our way.
[Computer beeping]
-You take the girl.
-I got her.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Groans]
[People screaming in fright]
We'll have to finish another time.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
Excuse me.
[Both groan]
[Tense instrumental music]
It's not my colour, but thanks.
[All scream]
Put it down and she lives!
I swear to God I'll blow her away,
and you right along with her!
Help me, KITT.
Now!
[KITT beeping]
You got three seconds and I waste her.
KITT: A little to the left and down.
A hair to the right. It's a lock.
You all right?
[Both groaning]
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
Drop it!
I said drop it!
Don't do it.
Shawn, don't do it. He's not worth it.
They'll put you away just like they did him.
We'll all be old and grey...
just about the time he gets out of jail,
not even a day older.
Don't do it!
And the public wonders
why so many criminals walk free.
You'd better handcuff me, darling.
I'm really a very dangerous individual.
[Tense instrumental music]
[All screaming]
Relax, pal. You're off-duty now.
[Smoke hissing]
[Machine humming]
-Ironic, huh?
-I don't follow you.
They've stuck him in the same drawer
Watts was in...
and look how effective that was.
Putting him in there solves nothing.
It merely postpones.
Speaking of that, an old man named Manson
is scheduled for release. We got to go.
The system's always changing,
Mr. Maddock.
Some things get better, some don't.
But I've sworn to play by the rules.
I assume you will, too.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
You're not going to leave me
alone with him?
He's pigheaded, arrogant, chauvinistic.
KITT: I thought we were
beginning to hit it off.
You two will be fine.
You were made for each other.
KITT: You mean of each other.
And I stiff find it reprehensible.
Don't start on me, KITT.
-Bye, Shawn.
-Bye, Michael.
You know where to find me if you need me.
MICHAEL: See you around.
KITT: Are you sure about this?
I'm not going back to wallow in self-pity.
I want to live there for the reason
I was going there for in the first place.
-Which is?
-To fish!
And to fix up this Chevy.
It's the simple things in life, you know?
Bye.
[Car engine revving]
What are we standing around for?
Let's get to work.
MADDOCK: I'm driving.
SHAWN: No way. I'm driving.
KYYT‘. You're both wrong.
don't have all day.
[Upbeat instrumental music]
[Beeping]
[Humming]
[Smoke hissing]
[Slow instrumental music]
You've kept me here for three hours.
I got my rights, you know.
WOMAN: You can't keep me down here
against my will.
WOMAN: I got to get home and feed
my 12 cats, and my dogs. They're hungry.
WOMAN: Quit jerking me around.
Tell me why I'm being held down here.
[Officers groaning]
[Coughs]
OFFICER 1: Let's go.
-Are you okay?
-Nice work.
I'll probably get hit with brutality.
That scum's a cop killer.
I love this system.
Miller, we got the cush detail today.
-Something even your rookie can handle.
-Thank you.
We're baby-sitting the mayor.
-Some fundraiser at the Tower.
-A|| the chicken wings you can eat.
I hope someone warned them I was coming.
So, McCormick,
how do you like your street life so far?
-Haven't seen much action yet.
-You probably won't...
unless there was a sudden rash of Code 17s
at all the doughnut shops in your sector.
-You're full of them today, Hedges.
-Every day.
Look, you've got a good partner.
Just don't blow it out there
and you'll be fine, honey.
WOMAN: Congratulations, Mr. Mayor.
MAYOR: Thank you for your support.
[People chattering loudly]
FRANK: Good to see you.
MAN 1: Super job.
Thank you very much. We've got to talk.
What's the matter?
I have some anti-inflammatory
down in the unit. Let me get it for you.
No. It'll pass.
Maybe a chicken wing might help.
MAN 2: Congratulations, Mayor.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Officer groans]
[Gunshot]
[All screaming in panic]
I'll do him, too, so help me God!
Come on!
Put them down. Please!
[Slow instrumental music]
-I'm gonna buzz them both.
-You know the code.
He might get a shot off first.
Put down your ultrasound.
Put it down.
WOMAN: [On radio] Attention, Sector 5 units.
Code 17-X in progress at Tower restaurant.
Proceed with extreme caution.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
-Freeze!
-Don't shoot!
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
I don't know about you,
but it impresses the hell out of me...
if I do say so myself.
It's a nice simulation...
but I doubt even that car
could've saved the mayor's life.
-That's something we'll never know.
-True, but once completed...
I guarantee you'll be quite astonished
by what the Knight 4000 can do.
Frank Cottam gave me my career.
I want whoever's responsible
for his death stopped.
-We all do, Mayor Abbey.
-And we're your solution.
Not only do we have a state-of-the-art
operations base, but now a vehicle...
which is an entire department on wheels.
I'm talking a communications centre
with worldwide links.
The latest
virtual reality display technology...
and artificial intelligence...
superior to the Commissioner
and all her cops put together.
With all due respect, Commissioner Daniels.
DEVON: Maddock's enthusiasm
is shared by the entire Foundation.
Of course, we're here
in the spirit of collaboration.
We do not need another
law enforcement department here, period.
And I suppose LA, New York
and Chicago don't, either.
Funny, they all have
a freelance department now.
We're not any of those cities.
No? The city of the future.
That's what they said back in the '90s.
I've got news for you. The future's here...
and that Tower is an antique now.
-So is your old way of fighting crime.
-Don't talk to me about antiques.
The Knight Foundation was
a philanthropic dinosaur...
-until Devon brought you on board.
-Commissioner, that isn't quite accurate.
Mayor Cottam had enormous respect
for our company's accomplishments...
or he wouldn't have established
a relationship with us.
Keeping the city safe is difficult enough...
without a freelance department
to stumble over.
At best you'll impede due process
and create legal havoc.
MADDOCK: I can't listen to this.
DEVON: Russ, please.
First you ban capital punishment...
then you ban handguns from everyone
including your own police.
It may work in other countries,
but it sure as hell doesn't work here.
It hasn't had a chance to work.
We are one of the first cities
to activate this ban.
We are setting a precedent
for the entire country.
I'm sorry, but the wrong people
are getting shot.
What do you do with these murderers
instead of firing back?
Buzz them with ultrasound,
and freeze them...
so they can come back 20 years later
and victimise a whole new generation.
Cryogenic incarceration saves...
an estimated $1.5 billion per year...
while solving the problem
of prison overcrowding...
and cruel conditions.
Whose side are you on anyway?
What's your point, Mr. Maddock?
You may be the next one lying dead
in a restaurant, Mr. Mayor.
Can you really afford not to have us?
I'm giving you 30 days to complete that
car and show me some results...
or I'm dropping your freelance contract.
Mr. Mayor, the Knight 4000
is still in prototype form.
It won't be ready
for at least two more months.
That's not my problem.
Good day, gentlemen.
We'll get through this.
Don't worry about them.
I'm worried about us.
We need help, Russ.
We need help.
[Soft instrumental music]
Hello, Michael.
Hello, Devon.
-How are you?
-Good. Real good.
Thank you.
I came here for two reasons.
To see an old friend,
and because I need your help.
Devon, I'm not the same person any more.
I gave up that life.
I guess I'm on my third one now.
When we saved your life,
it was no random choice, Michael.
Right from the beginning,
we saw something in you.
DEVON: I still see it.
MICHAEL: I'm happy out here.
DEVON: Are you?
I made a promise a very long time ago...
a promise to fulfil one man's dream.
MICHAEL: I don't want to--
DEVON: Let me finish before you say no.
Wilton Knight created the Foundation...
in hopes of finding intelligent solutions
to violent problems.
Problems which have changed little in tens,
if not hundreds of years.
That's what's kept me going, Michael.
I truly share the same dream.
I wouldn't ask this
if there were any other answer.
I need you.
Come back for the next 30 days
until we cement our contract.
Then, after that, if you decide to go...
won't say a word.
Do you remember what Wilton always said?
-"One man can make a difference."
-I remember.
But that man is not me any more.
Me is fishing
and taking care of my Chevy outside.
MICHAEL: Me is taking advantage of life
for a change...
instead of life taking advantage of me.
No one ever suggested
that what we do is easy.
Nothing worthwhile ever is.
Don't make me beg, Michael.
I have nowhere else to turn.
[sighs]
Only under one condition.
He'll be waiting for us on arrival.
MADDOCK: I had to liquidate some things
to make our balance sheet look good.
Otherwise, we would have
never landed the franchise.
Frankly, I never considered KITT
an asset to begin with.
I see.
It's nothing personal, Devon...
but the car didn't exactly have fresh oil
on the dipstick, if you know what I mean.
With the 4000 on the way...
-it hardly seemed worth the price of storage.
-Yes, hardly.
-You let this guy actually do this?
-This guy...
happens to be your new boss, Mr. Knight.
And I'd watch that attitude from now on.
I assume you can repurchase
the missing components.
Most of them, I think.
I was surprised I could sell them at all...
but I guess the research facilities
found them okay.
Shows how up-to-date they are.
-If you really insist on buying them back--
-Just don't bother.
He's not exactly
what you led me to believe he'd be.
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.
MADDOCK: I make no excuses for it.
DEVON: No, you wouldn't.
DEVON: Humility and modesty
are hardly in your makeup.
DEVON: I've had just about all the arrogance
I can take.
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. ls that clear?
Yeah.
SHAWN: Thanks for the ride, Kurt.
Good night.
KURT: Daniels must have chewed you up
and down for buzzing the deputy mayor.
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's kind of a hunch.
The gun was a 9 millimetre Weber, Kurt.
That doesn't mean it was a cop's gun.
They were all supposed
to have been melted down.
There are lots of them on the black market.
I know, but I had a feeling about this.
-Te|| me it's my dumb intuition.
-It probably is.
[Kurt laughs]
But why is this particular gun
showing up all of a sudden?
SHAWN: 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.
[Switch beeping]
ALL: Surprise! Happy birthday!
Happy birthday, Shawn!
By the look on your face, I'd say
your partner keeps a damn good secret.
SHAWN: Yeah!
ALL: Speech!
You're all an obnoxious bunch,
you know that?
[All laughing]
I don't really have a family any more.
At least, not until ljoined the PD.
[sighs]
And 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.
[All laughing]
I love all you guys.
Enough with the sentiment.
Cut the damn cake.
-|t'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.
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.
DEVON: 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 K|TT's body.
-Yes, I did.
I'm afraid he's been recycled.
KYYT‘. Now that's just wonderful.
[Humming]
KITT: 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.
[Devon laughs]
KITT, it's wonderful to hear your voice.
KITT: I wish I could say the same...
but one of my auditory monitors must
have landed in some kid's walkie-talkie.
KITT: Is that you, Michael?
MICHAEL: Yeah.
KITT: You look like crap.
MICHAEL: So do you, pal.
KWT". 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.
KYYT‘. Forget my body.
Where is my Random Access
or my Graphics Board?
can't even play a round of Pac-Man in here.
You're dating yourself, buddy.
Pac-Man is in the Smithsonian now.
KITT: Probably an exhibit or two
away from you.
At least some things haven't changed.
WOMAN: [On radio] Attention, Adam 2020,
Code 17-X in progress at Arnold Jewellers.
[Alarms buzzing]
Cover the north exit!
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
I've located suspect
on north side of complex.
Appears to be heading towards canal.
Freeze!
Where did you get this?
[Gasps]
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.
[Gunshot]
[Machines beeping]
GLASSMAN: Vitals.
TECHNICIAN: BP 80 over 50. Dropping.
GLASSMAN: Bio scan?
TECHNICIAN: Brain waves present.
Clear that doorway.
You'll have to wait out here.
DANIELS: ls she still alive?
KURT: Barely.
As a city employee,
she's turned her rights over to me.
I'm authorising you to read her RNA.
RNA is a risky procedure.
There's still a chance we can save her.
DANIELS: We need to find out
who did this to her.
Believe me, she would want us to know.
Prepare for RNA transfer.
DOCTOR 1: Lift.
DOCTOR 2: Gently.
DOCTOR 3: Activate.
[Machine humming]
GLASSMAN: Spot.
GLASSMAN: Insert Probe 1 into optic nerve...
2 and 3 into hemispherical memory regions.
DOCTOR 2: Position probe.
[Machine humming]
[Tense instrumental music]
G LASS MAN: Stand clear.
DOCTOR 2: Probe insertion
completed, Doctor.
[Tense instrumental music continues]
Happy birthday, Shawn.
Happy birthday, Shawn.
[Sentimental instrumental music]
I love you.
Hove all you guys.
GLASSMAN: 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 RNA confirmed we can save her life...
by performing
a fragmentary cerebral transplant.
Of course, I'll need your authorisation.
Doctor, may I speak to you in private?
DANIELS: There is certifiable doubt...
as to how she'll function
after this operation, if at all.
Isn't that true?
There's always a degree of incertitude
with procedures such as this...
but I'm extremely confident.
Have you 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.
lam urging you to reconsider.
Your career advancement will have
to wait until the next victim rolls in.
My decision is final.
We're going ahead with the transplant.
WATTS: 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.
WATTS: Self-protection was a principle
this country was founded on...
and I see nothing wrong
with continuing that philosophy...
while getting very rich...
selling banned handguns
on the black market.
WATTS: What about you?
I don't remember murder as part
of our forefathers' philosophy, Mr. Watts.
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.
AH 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.
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.
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.
WATTS: And still is.
KURT: Her memory's gone.
She's out of the equation.
We'll see.
What about the new freelance department?
That could really screw things up for us.
There's way too much tension in this room.
WATTS: 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.
[Signature music playing on TV]
ANNOUNCER: You're watching
the Fiber Optic Information Network.
Today in Washington,
President Quayle successfully concluded...
peace treaty negotiations with England.
A unilateral ceasefire...
-Good morning, sir.
-Morning, Lori.
Good morning. Knight Foundation.
ANNOUNCER: Attributed success
of Operation Tropical Storm...
to innovative combat technology
and the support of the American people.
MADDOCK: 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.
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.
KYYT‘. 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.
KITT: It's your body
I have trouble adjusting to.
KITT: You did shower today, didn't you?
MICHAEL: Yes, I had a full wash and a wax.
Time to take Mr. Personality for a spin.
MADDOCK: Amazing power you get
out of those rodents under the hood.
KWT". Not to mention the one in the backseat.
Wonderful. A car with an attitude.
KITT: You'd have a disposition, too,
if you 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.
N“: In that case, I'm useless.
KITT has a terrific sense of humour,
don't you think?
-That's a matter of opinion.
-Can we table this for a while?
MADDOCK: What's that?
MICHAEL: We've been scanning bar codes.
You come up with something?
KITT: The blue coupe idling in front
of that ATM is registered to a Tod Mullen...
whom you'll find on my monitor.
MICHAEL: I see he's currently wanted
for drug trafficking and murder.
N“: 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.
-A|| right, pal, you're under arrest.
-They've set their phasers on stun, Captain.
JAMES: I don't like the looks of it.
N“: Michael, shall I Mirandize him?
MICHAEL: KITT, it's Scotty.
KITT: Who?
Star Trek, you idiot. He's James Doohan...
the actor who played Scotty
in the original series and all 10 movies.
MICHAEL: You're a closet Trekkie?
JAMES: Dilithium crystals are fading fast.
JAMES: I can't hold them, Mr. Spock.
KITT: Maddock, I'm very angry about this.
You obviously substituted
a bogus chip in my memory.
want my old chip back.
-Please, somebody beam me up.
-Scotty.
Scotty.
I'd like a few minutes
of your time, Commissioner.
DANIELS: It's all right.
We're happy to see you back,
Officer McCormick.
You must have many 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 ofjudgment.
-Officer, I really think--
-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, too.
-You have just guaranteed yourself--
-Don't bother. I quit.
[Sombre instrumental music]
We're fully staffed at this time,
but we'll keep your resume in our database.
MADDOCK: Thanks for coming in.
SHAWN: I'm more than what's on that.
Give me a chance.
I promise I won't let you down.
May I be blunt?
Good cops don't get fired.
MADDOCK: Now if you'll excuse us--
SHAWN: I quit...
and if you'd done your homework,
you'd know the reason why.
SHAWN: I, on the other hand, know
all about you, Mr. Maddock.
Illustrious former DA
with a 95.4% 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 select opponents
who'll provide adequate competition...
but not enough to beat you.
SHAWN: 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 memorised 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.
MADDOCK: Humour me.
SHAWN: What are my choices?
My field is law enforcement,
so that just leaves you and the PD.
While it may be wishful thinking,
I'd like to believe you're better.
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?
MICHAEL: Good news.
-I located K|TT's missing chip.
-Where?
That's the bad news.
It was sold to the RNA trauma centre
and ended up in some policewoman's head.
Michael, meet the missing chip.
[Soft instrumental music]
KITT: I suppose,
we should at feast 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.
[Car engine whirring]
KITT: So it's going to be,
"Mine is bigger than yours," is it?
KNIGHT 4000: Mine is bigger than yours.
KITT: So it talks...
and sounds suspiciously familiar.
KNIGHT 4000: I only speak
when it's necessary.
KWT". Maddoclfs voice.
I knew the man had an ego, but please.
KNIGHT 4000: We have nothing further
to discuss.
KITT: 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, I only thought
your knowledge might help us.
If you'd taken the time
to look over my résumé...
you'd know the nature of my field training
and you wouldn't make such a feeble query.
All the chips in the world,
and she has to end up with K|TT's.
Actually, only a few chips available
are compatible with the human brain...
and they're very expensive.
Under the circumstances, it made sense
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.
I know some fish
with better personalities than you.
Excuse me. Wrong car.
SHAWN: That?
Hang a pair of fuzzy dice off the mirror,
and we'll be ready to go.
MICHAEL: I drive.
SHAWN: Not anymore you don't.
KITT: Michael, tell this obnoxious person
to remove her hands from my wheel.
SHAWN: The car talks.
KITT: Brilliant observation.
I'll bet she even knows
how many tyres I have.
Yes, and they're obviously overinflated.
KITT: Who is this repugnant female?
SHAWN: Repugnant?
Try looking in the rear-view mirror,
whoever you are.
KITT, say hello to Shawn McCormick.
She has your missing chip
implanted in her brain.
KYYT‘. 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.
[Tyres screeching]
MICHAEL: Slow down.
SHAWN: Don't tell me. I'm not driving.
MICHAEL: KITT, knock it off.
This arrogant machine
is gonna kill both of us.
That's enough, KITT. Pull over.
[Siren wailing]
[Upbeat instrumental music]
[KITT chatters unintelligibly]
Oh, no, his hard drive's 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.
[Tyres screeching]
[Truck horn blaring]
KITT: I apologise.
MICHAEL: What happened?
KITT: 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.
[Police car siren wailing]
SHAWN: Just what we need.
MICHAEL: It could be.
MICHAEL: Isn't that your ex-partner?
SHAWN: How did you know?
Homework chip.
What should I do?
MICHAEL: 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.
I can drive them just fine,
thank you very much.
[Shawn clears throat]
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.
SHAWN: Has the department made progress
with the handgun situation?
KURT: Not really.
SHAWN: And the former mayor? Any leads?
KURT: I'm all shop talked out.
Do you mind if we change the subject?
KITT: The analyser
indicates stress in his voice.
Understand that I have one priority...
to confront the creep that shot me.
SHAWN: 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.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
Sorry. I should have 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...
Capture a voiceprint of this guy, will you?
It's a nasty habit.
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.
[Gunshot]
[People clapping]
ALL: Blow out the candles!
[Slow instrumental music]
ALL: Make a wish!
[Gunshot]
Any luck with the voiceprint?
KITT: I have insufficient bytes
to calculate a match.
SHAWN: I haven't lost my memory.
KITT: That makes one of us.
KITT, give it a rest. This is serious.
I just saw myself getting shot.
I actually remembered it.
-Did 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 have 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.
SHAWN: A Lenhart surgical grant
was awarded to you...
after successfully performing the procedure.
Despite odds of failure topping 44.8 %.
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.
All right, 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.
-Then you 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!
[Door closes]
MICHAEL: You've been sitting in this park
for hours and nothing's coming back to you.
MICHAEL: You'll just have to--
SHAWN: What?
Put it out of my mind?
Too late. Somebody already did.
MICHAEL: I'm on your side.
SHAWN: The only side you're on is your own.
MICHAEL: What's that supposed to mean?
SHAWN: Devon told me you're leaving
as soon as the Knight 4000 is finished.
N“: Michael, is that true?
KITT: You shouldn't have brought me back.
MICHAEL: We brought each other back.
So what am I supposed to do?
Hope for another memory jolt or two?
KITT: There's one possibility
which I've been reluctant to mention.
KITT: It could be extremely dangerous.
SHAWN: Just tell me what it is.
KITT: 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 centre...
and pipe it through my monitor.
I'm supposed to stick my finger
in the cigarette lighter or something?
KITT: I can generate it
from my overdrive shift fever.
You said it was dangerous.
KITT: If I don't calculate the precise
electrical input, the odds are...
just a moment...
33.5% chance of permanent brain damage.
KITT: Thank you.
MICHAEL: Forget it!
-I truly appreciate your concern, but--
-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.
KITT: I'm afraid I have to respect her wishes
over yours, Michael.
Maybe for a long time to come.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Static crackling]
But you've got an attitude
that will not fly around here.
We all work together or not at all.
I love you.
[Pipes tooting]
SHAWN: I don't really have a family anymore.
At least, not until [joined the PD.
SHAWN: 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.
You're off-duty now.
[Gunshot]
[Sombre instrumental music]
They betrayed me.
I know.
I know.
Let's do something about that.
Hi, Shawn.
Hello, Kurt.
-This is a pleasant surprise.
-Yeah, same here.
I left a few things in my locker.
Guess I'll see you around.
Showtime, buddy.
Who says there's not a cop around
when you need one?
Man, oh, man. I haven't seen one of these
things in a while. She is a beaut.
Everywhere but under the hood.
Think I got a dead battery.
Appreciate ajump.
-Sure, no problem.
-Thanks.
Adam 2525 right on schedule.
KITT: I'll say one thing for the police,
they're consistent and dependable.
KITT: Unlike some people I know.
MICHAEL: Don't start on me, KITT.
[Upbeat instrumental music]
OFFICER: Go ahead. Crank her over.
MICHAEL: Okay.
Start the download.
Sounds like you got problems
beyond your battery.
MICHAEL: Boy, you're telling me.
You know, she can be a real pain
in the butt sometimes.
Yep. She's got a mind of her own.
Tell you what.
One more time, I'm sure she'll start.
-Okey-doke.
-Thanks.
KITT: You enjoyed that, didn't you?
MICHAEL: Finish the download.
Listen....
Wow! No wonder your battery's drained.
Hey, how's the game going?
KITT: We're ahead 14-zip,
at beginning of the third.
It's a kit from RadioShack.
MICHAEL: Seven, eight, nine.
-Ten for ten. They were all assigned.
-Assigned to what?
Melting down police issues.
There must have been over 8,000 handguns.
Maybe they did some kind of swap,
fake ones for the real thing.
We're talking serious money here.
Who was in charge of destroying the guns?
-Commissioner Daniels.
-Big surprise.
Doesn't mean that she knew about it.
They may have acted entirely on their own.
You don't know the system like I do.
They would have needed help higher up.
Thank you, Karen.
KITT has just completed a workup
of Shawn's memory.
Looks like he matched that face to a file.
So what's this guy's real name?
SHAWN: Watts. Tommy Watts.
Former homicide detective.
Explains why he didn't show up
in current personnel files.
He served in the Philippine War in '93,
before he joined the PD.
Yeah. A weapon specialist.
Says here he worked directly under Daniels.
Not bad. At least KITT goes out with a bang.
The 4000 will be fully operational
tomorrow morning.
Just ahead of our deadline.
I'd say the bang is premature.
KITT still has plenty left to do.
Do we have an address for Mr. Watts?
Charlie, you should've seen the car
I gave a jump to today.
The whole dash was decked out
with TV screens and a computer console.
Must have been that new Vette
I've been reading about.
No. This was an old '57 Chevy,
cherried out all the way.
The damn thing had
artificial intelligence, too.
OFFICER: It was transferring some data,
then it switches over to the ball game...
and gives me the score.
[Tense instrumental music]
You're telling me they tapped
into the police mainframe?
The log showed a global download
of the personnel files.
It's only a matter of time
before they put it together.
A complete loss of memory?
[Tense instrumental music intensifies]
I don't enjoy being tense.
I'm sure there's a solution.
Yes, sir...
there is.
KNIGHT 4000: Sir, would you like me
to engage my virtual reality mode?
Why not?
[Beeping]
It's very impressive,
but I really think we ought to slow down.
KNIGHT 4000: No need for concern.
I'm programmed to cruise
at the optimum speed...
calibrated to a risk factor of .28...
which on this roadway calculates
at 243 kilometres per hour.
MADDOCK: Look out!
[Tyres screeching]
I assume you have an explanation.
KNIGHT 4000: We'd have sustained no
damage whatsoever by striking that animal.
It's a small fix.
Overall, what do you think?
I'm not looking for praise, Devon.
I want your honest opinion.
It means a lot to me.
You've done a remarkable job.
It meets, in most cases exceeds...
all our technical criteria.
I know we do things very differently...
but believe it or not, our goal is the same.
KITT was an exceptional car for his time,
no question about it.
It's just that the time has come
to pass the baton.
I agree that the Knight 4000
is superior in every way.
Except one. It lacks K|TT's humanity.
People make mistakes.
After prosecuting scum for so many years,
always having to fight defence lawyers...
and politicians
who only care about winning...
I've lost faith in human beings.
Maybe it's time you renewed it.
Loyalty and respect
cannot be dictated, Russ.
It has to be earned.
That being said, you did a damn good job.
I'm proud to have you as a partner.
[Groans]
Don't tell me. He escaped.
Nobody escaped.
Here we go, "Watts, Tommy J.
"Convicted in 1998 for fatally shooting
a suspect with a banned handgun.
"Early parole on February 19."
Parole for what, good behaviour?
KITT: Michael, my sensors indicate
we have company.
I don't see anybody.
Look again.
[Sirens wailing]
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
MICHAEL: Pull out all the stops.
KITT: They've been pulled.
This is a two-tone lowrider, remember?
[Sirens wailing]
Use your EID on them.
KITT: Tried. Their ignition systems
must have a scrambler I can't penetrate.
KITT: Prepare for a collision.
SHAWN: What?
KW“!
[Tyres screeching]
What the hell are you doing to my car, KITT?
That's original paint.
KWT". You'll have to trust me.
[Fast-paced instrumental music continues]
KITT?
We're gonna go off the end of the dock!
[Both screaming]
[Slow instrumental music]
I trust you two are all right.
Yeah. Just fine, KITT...
if you forget the fact that my Chevy
is sinking past a school of bass.
KITT: No alternative.
They'll assume you drowned...
KITT: when you don't come up soon.
SHAWN: They'll be right.
KYYT‘. Despite this car's shortcomings...
the passenger compartment
happens to be airtight.
You have approximately 25 minutes
of oxygen remaining.
Forget all the nasty things
lever said about you, KITT.
KITT: I'm afraid I already have.
[Static crackling]
What's going on, pal?
KYYT‘. The rest of the car isn't as watertight.
I only have about 30 seconds
of voice transmission left.
If water gets in your CPU, you're out of here.
KITT: I know. I guess this is goodbye.
I'm sure some of my chips
will be salvageable, Shawn.
Of course, you're welcome
to pick and choose.
I'll do that.
KYYT‘. Michael, take care of yourself.
[Sentimental instrumental music]
KITT?
KITT, you there?
[Machines beeping]
What's going on here?
I think you know exactly
what's going on here.
Read the man's RNA, Doctor.
One man can make a difference.
We do not need another
law enforcement agency here, period.
You don't know the system like I do.
They would have needed help higher up.
Well?
They have no hard proof.
What the Foundation knows consists of
speculation and vague allusions.
-You need the doctor for anything else?
-No.
It's sad he's going to become...
a victim of another senseless
handgun shooting, isn't it?
Pleasant dreams.
[Sentimental instrumental music]
[Heart beating]
-Shall we drink to what may be the start of--
-Of what?
One man's dream.
And to our future...
no matter who it may take us up against
or where.
[Electrocardiograph beeping]
I can't tell you how sorry I am.
I really liked the man.
I've decided not to renew
your contract, Mr. Maddock.
It's already cost all of us too much.
Mayor Abbey...
there's a strong possibility
your own police force is implicated...
with regard to the illegal handguns.
-Can you substantiate this claim?
-We're very close.
If you can just give us some time.
Insinuation's not enough to justify
your reinstatement, Mr. Maddock.
I'm sorry.
[Sentimental instrumental music]
MADDOCK: They think you and Michael
are at the bottom of the ocean.
MADDOCK: Now that and the 4000
will be our major assets.
SHAWN: We still lost the franchise.
More importantly, we've lost Devon.
One of our own has been killed...
and I'm not about to let city sanctions
keep me from doing something about it.
What about you?
Me, neither.
I promised Devon
I'd help out until your car was done.
I filled my end of the bargain.
You can't be serious about leaving now.
I knew you could never hack it.
God knows what Devon ever saw in you.
-Get out of my way.
-Gladly.
You're just as obsolete as that pile of rust...
you wasted our time
and money rebuilding, my friend.
The only thing worse is the pathetic
effort Devon put into rebuilding you.
[Solemn instrumental music]
When we first met,
I had you pegged as a loser, too.
But I couldn't have been more wrong.
I had some of the techies look KITT over.
They said he isn't a total write-off.
-Maybe you could--
-Or maybe you can.
Not alone, I can't.
Look, I know Maddock can be a jerk,
but he means well.
Still, he isn't you.
This is a little hard for me to admit...
but in some ways
you're actually superior to me.
You have experience. I don't.
I need you.
How about if we swing together
one last time in your backyard?
You don't need me, and I don't need you.
Yes, you do.
Only somebody hurting really badly
would turn their back right now.
Don't you think I know
what I'm walking away from?
Nobody cared about that man more than me.
Do you understand me? Nobody.
Then come back and help us, Michael.
-Help Devon.
-I tried.
Look what it got him.
He was wrong.
MICHAEL: One man can't make a difference.
[Sentimental instrumental music]
I'm so good at research now.
I knew I'd find out the big reason
why you left 10 years ago.
But guess what?
I couldn't.
I think you just burned out.
You lost your purpose.
Devon never lost his.
If you had died,
what do you think he'd do about it?
ANNOUNCER: Advent of algae farms that
produce non-polluting hydrogen fuel...
has unquestionably helped the environment.
But not everyone is happy about it.
Worldwide oil prices have plunged to
under 10 cents a barrel as a result...
with Persian Gulf countries the hardest hit.
Political leaders in Iraq and Iran
have declined comment.
Mr. Maddock, here's the list of police-owned
warehouses within county limits.
-Good work.
-Thank you, sir.
Shawn, any word from him?
It's been almost a week now.
I don't think he's coming back.
I'll walk you out.
-Night, Charlie.
-Good night.
What is it?
MADDOCK: His car.
CHARLIE: A real beauty.
MADDOCK: Yeah.
Not a scratch on her.
We're looking at a recording.
[Upbeat instrumental music]
What in the hell are you doing?
[Car engine whirring]
MADDOCK: Oh, my God.
You didn't!
N“: I'm afraid he did, Mr. Maddock.
And I must say,
this body fits me like a glove.
I missed my old partner, Mr. Knight.
I'm glad you're back.
You had something to do with it.
What I mean is, you helped convince me.
KITT: Desire.
SHAWN: I beg your pardon?
KITT: Your brand of perfume.
I'm equipped with an aromanometer now.
The scent is quite alluring.
But let's stick to the work at hand, all right?
The police vehicle has just arrived.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Kurt grunts in anger]
HEDGES: Come on. Have a doughnut.
KURT: No.
What's done is done. She's dead.
Just like she should've been the first time.
I want out.
There is no out and you know it.
The train's rolling, Miller.
You jump off now
and you'll get mowed down.
KITT: I'm ready with the voice sampler,
Shawn. It's ringing now.
Go ahead. You'll do fine.
Just speak calm and clear.
[Phone ringing]
Warehouse.
Yeah. Miller. Watts.
SHAWN: [In Watt's voice]
Meet me at the Big Bend Cafe.
Alone. And bring the crates.
-What about Hedges?
-Te|| her to wait at the warehouse.
SHAWN: [In Watt's voice]
Somebody?! pick her up later.
I'm on my way.
[Phone ringing]
Warehouse.
Yeah, the crates are all loaded.
-Miller's on his way to meet you.
-What are you talking about?
CLERK: You just called and told him
to meet you at the Big Bend, didn't you?
KURT: Oh, my God.
SHAWN: Watts didn't call you. I did.
You're supposed to be dead.
And you were supposed to be my friend.
KURT: I made some big mistakes.
SHAWN: You can correct them.
SHAWN: I know that shooting me
wasn't your idea.
In fact, you were the one that saved me.
Let me return the favour.
KITT: My infrared scanning picked up
a laser-scoped rifle...
100 yards from the building.
I thought I got into this
for all the right reasons.
Cops were being killed.
Killers were getting free.
You have evidence in your car, Kurt.
With your help,
we can shut down the whole operation.
Shawn, this goes beyond Watts.
He has help on the inside.
You can't stop this.
But maybe I can stop him.
[All screaming]
Officers on the scene found two crates
of illegal weapons in the trunk of his unit.
It all came down to one bad cop.
ls he alive for questioning?
One of our sniper force unfortunately
shot and killed him as a last resort.
Naturally we'll conduct
a full IA investigation...
but I wouldn't worry.
The handgun situation
is finally under control.
Here's a copy
of Watts's prison release authorisation.
It was signed by the governor.
KITT: Ianalysed the document
as it came in, Shawn.
The signature is mechanical,
commonly used by most politicians.
Then several people
could've had access to forge it.
KITT, print me a few more copies
of that release, will you?
-What's he doing?
-Something KITT and I should've thought of.
This just faxed in, Commissioner.
It makes no sense to me.
DANIELS: Who sent this?
ANDREW: The Knight Foundation.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
They'll be tearing all this down soon.
Out with the old and in with the new.
It's not such a bad thing, is it, Mr. Mayor?
Don't be so cavalier, Mr. Watts.
They know I released you.
It's a bluff.
They probably followed you,
hoping to get something.
Relax.
WATTS: I had the car debugged. We're alone.
ABBEY: I am far from relaxed.
They've accessed police computers
and judicial records.
ABBEY: Only a matter of time
before I'm fully implicated.
KITT: The limousine will reach a clearing
in 31 seconds, Michael.
They'll easily be able to spot us then.
We got to take that chance, KITT.
Keep recording.
-Who put you behind the mayor's desk?
-I did, and I plan on remaining.
Suspend shipment of all handguns
until the dust settles.
We can't do that. I've got 2,000
of them going out in the morning.
$10mi||ion worth, my friend.
Our biggest deal yet.
You're going to be
a very wealthy man, Harold.
I'm warning you, Watts.
Screw this up...
and I'll thaw out somebody else
to take care of you.
That's it. We got it.
We're out of here.
I'm warning you, Watts.
Screw this up...
and I'll thaw out somebody else
to take care of you.
As much as we loathe
working with each other...
I think we'll do better
if we combine strengths.
WATTS: Let's get these guns loaded, people.
The buyer is waiting.
HEDGES: You'll go through with this?
I'm not walking away from $10 million.
What if they've gone to Daniels?
The operation will be over.
Please calm down.
You're giving me a tension headache.
I have it covered.
[Chattering on police radio]
You act only under
my direct command, understood?
Whatever you say.
The guns are on their way! Let's go!
They're coming your way
in about one minute.
MICHAEL: We're ready.
KITT: Not exactly, Michael.
My scan-check software isn't
fully compatible with this car's circuitry.
It was working fine yesterday, KITT.
KITT: My guess is it's a bad sector on
my disk. There's probably nothing wrong.
Probably?
The Knight 4000's heading into
first-time combat...
and you can't tell
if it's functioning properly?
KITT: No. Unfortunately, we may have to rely
on some human judgment.
[Sirens wailing]
[Rhythmic instrumental music]
-Show me what that car of yours can do.
-Yes, ma'am.
You heard the lady.
MICHAEL: Switch to virtual reality.
Thermo time, pal. All four tyres.
KITT: My sonic disable!
appears to be on the fritz.
Thank you.
[Gunshots]
OFFICER 1: Cover the right!
I'll get the front of the van!
[Officers clamoring]
OFFICER 2: Cover those guys!
Move along to the right side there!
No sign of Watts?
He was never here. Or the guns.
KITT: I've detected a cluster of police units,
which also appear to contain weapons.
MICHAEL: Where, KITT?
KITT: Three miles due west.
I need auxiliary backup
and chopper units on line, immediately.
OFFICER 1: Let's go.
OFFICER 2: On the double.
They think they've gotten away.
We need to surprise them.
How do you propose we do that?
MICHAEL: Damn!
SHAWN: Morning rush hour.
How are we gonna get through all this?
KITT: May I make a suggestion?
[Soft instrumental music]
MICHAEL: It's either sink or swim with you.
KITT: I expect a full simonize
once this is over.
Tell the others to wait in their units
with the merchandise.
Our adversaries
can't walk on water, Officer. Relax.
[Soft instrumental music continues]
KITT: The police units are above us
on street level.
Scramble their communication
and lock their doors.
KYYT‘. My thoughts exactly.
[Gibbering on police radio]
I'm not comfortable at all with
the high-profile nature of this transaction.
I like to hide where they can see me.
It's always the last place they look.
I have a plane to catch.
Just wire those funds into my account,
and we can both be on our way.
[Computer beeping]
-You take the girl.
-I got her.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Groans]
[People screaming in fright]
We'll have to finish another time.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
Excuse me.
[Both groan]
[Tense instrumental music]
It's not my colour, but thanks.
[All scream]
Put it down and she lives!
I swear to God I'll blow her away,
and you right along with her!
Help me, KITT.
Now!
[KITT beeping]
You got three seconds and I waste her.
KITT: A little to the left and down.
A hair to the right. It's a lock.
You all right?
[Both groaning]
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
Drop it!
I said drop it!
Don't do it.
Shawn, don't do it. He's not worth it.
They'll put you away just like they did him.
We'll all be old and grey...
just about the time he gets out of jail,
not even a day older.
Don't do it!
And the public wonders
why so many criminals walk free.
You'd better handcuff me, darling.
I'm really a very dangerous individual.
[Tense instrumental music]
[All screaming]
Relax, pal. You're off-duty now.
[Smoke hissing]
[Machine humming]
-Ironic, huh?
-I don't follow you.
They've stuck him in the same drawer
Watts was in...
and look how effective that was.
Putting him in there solves nothing.
It merely postpones.
Speaking of that, an old man named Manson
is scheduled for release. We got to go.
The system's always changing,
Mr. Maddock.
Some things get better, some don't.
But I've sworn to play by the rules.
I assume you will, too.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
You're not going to leave me
alone with him?
He's pigheaded, arrogant, chauvinistic.
KITT: I thought we were
beginning to hit it off.
You two will be fine.
You were made for each other.
KITT: You mean of each other.
And I stiff find it reprehensible.
Don't start on me, KITT.
-Bye, Shawn.
-Bye, Michael.
You know where to find me if you need me.
MICHAEL: See you around.
KITT: Are you sure about this?
I'm not going back to wallow in self-pity.
I want to live there for the reason
I was going there for in the first place.
-Which is?
-To fish!
And to fix up this Chevy.
It's the simple things in life, you know?
Bye.
[Car engine revving]
What are we standing around for?
Let's get to work.
MADDOCK: I'm driving.
SHAWN: No way. I'm driving.
KYYT‘. You're both wrong.
don't have all day.
[Upbeat instrumental music]