Knight Rider 2000 Page #3

showing up all of a sudden?

This isn't the first one lately.

Will you run a ballistics on this?

Just for my own peace of mind.

I stuck it under my mattress three days ago,

and I haven't been able to sleep since.

I'll do some quiet asking around.

In the meantime,

don't say nothing to nobody.

Who knows where this could go.

Did I screw up?

No, you did good.

Now go get some sleep, all right?

Okay.

Okay.

Surprise! Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, Shawn!

By the look on your face,

I'd say your partner keeps

a damn good secret.

Yeah!

Speech! Speech!

Oh, you're all an obnoxious bunch,

you know that?

Well,

I don't really have a family anymore.

At least not until I joined the P.D.

And, uh, the last few months...

have been the greatest in a long time,

and it's thanks to all of you.

I know I have a lot to learn,

and you've all been really patient.

I love all you guys.

Enough with the sentiment.

Cut the damn cake, huh?

It's triglyceride free.

Thanks.

You want to talk about

that ass you hired?

I did what I had to

to survive.

Devon, you're not doing this for money.

You never would.

Oh, no. Money isn't the problem.

We still have enough grant funding.

Then what is the problem?

Research means nothing

unless you can apply it, Michael.

We can help this city,

but the bureaucracy has stalled us for years.

Russ Maddock deserves some credit

for turning that around.

You promised me KITT's body.

Yes, I did.

I'm afraid he's been recycled.

Now that's just wonderful.

You stick me in mothballs

for nearly a decade,

and then you sell off my parts like

I'm inventory for Manny, Moe and Jack.

KITT, it's wonderful

to hear your voice.

I wish I could say the same, Devon,

but one of my auditory monitors must've

landed in some kid's walkie-talkie.

- Is that you, Michael?

- Yeah.

You look like crap.

Well, so do you, pal.

At least I have an excuse.

You've obviously gone down the toilet

since we split up, Michael. Get a life.

I got a life and a body, too,

which is more than I can say for you.

Forget my body. Where is my

random access or my graphics board?

I can't even play

a round of Pacman in here.

You're dating yourself, buddy boy.

Pacman is in the Smithsonian now.

Probably an exhibit or two away from you.

At least some things

haven't changed.

Attention, Adam 2020,

Code 17-X in progress at Arnold Jewelers.

Cover the north exit!

I've located suspect

on north side of complex.

Appears to be heading towards canal.

Freeze!

Where'd you get this?

We meet again.

The Tower.

You shouldn't have picked up

that gun, McCormick.

We can work this out.

Relax, Officer.

You're off duty now.

Vitals.

B.P. 80 over 50 and dropping.

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