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KNIGHT RIDER: KNIGHT MOVES

EXEC. PRODUCERS: Glen A. Larson, Robert Foster
SUPV. PRODUCER: Joel Rogosin

Production #57332
3rd Draft - February 14, 1983 (F.R.)

Teleplay: .................. William Schmidt
Director: .................. Christian I. Nyby II

                              
                                ACT ONE

     FADE IN

     EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

     Prerush hour, early morning, the time of truckers and 
     travellers.  This four-lane, divided highway cuts through 
     the open plains and deserts of north-central New Mexico,
     outside of Albuquerque.

     ANGLE ON RIG

     A huge, frightening machine roars down the highway.  On the 
     door is painted the sign, "Calley and Son Trucking."

     INT. RIG - TRACTOR - DAY

     Seated at the wheel is a big, handsome man, in his mid-
     thirties, Rick Calley.  A country-western tune plays on the 
     radio; the lights of a CB radio flash on top of the 
     dashboard.  On the passenger's seat is a small ditty bag.
     Rick takes a mug from the bag, pours himself a cup of 
     coffee from a dashboard thermos.  He takes a sip, puts down 
     the mug, and picks up the CB transmitter.

                               RICK
               Breaker, breaker.  Big Brother to 
               Terri the Tiger.  Come on back, now.

     After some static, a woman's voice, young and enthusiastic,
     comes back over the CB.

                               TERRI'S VOICE
               Terri the Tiger reading you fine, Big
               Brother.  How's it going out there?

                               RICK
               Almost home free, sis.  Estimated 
               time of arrival -- one hour.

                               TERRI'S VOICE
               That's a big 10-4.  I'll have your 
               favorite flapjacks ready and waiting.

     Rick smiles mischieviously.

                               RICK
               Make that, estimated time of arrival
               -- two days.

                               TERRI'S VOICE
               All right, you bum -- you just wait!

     He laughs, puts down the CB transmitter.

     EXT. HIGHWAY - SIDE OF ROAD - DAY - ON TRACTOR

     A sleek one-colored vehicle parked on a dirt access road,
     not far from the semi.

     ANGLE ON RIG

     The rig passes the dirt access road and the tractor.

     ANGLE ON TRACTOR

     Its tires churn up a cloud of dirt as it rips out onto the 
     highway and pulls up close to the rig's tractor.  We now 
     see that both the driver and the passenger have blakc ski 
     masks on.  The passenger points a semi-automatic rifle up
     at Rick.

     ANGLE ON RICK'S TRACTOR

     Rick, surprised and scared, hesitates, then pulls the 
     steering wheel sharply, trying to ram the outlaw tractor.
     The outlaw tractor, more mobile, has no trouble avoiding
     Rick's tractor.  The outlaw with the rifle aims carefully
     at Rick's front tires -- and shoots.  The tires blow....

     ANGLE IN RICK'S TRACTOR

     Rick momentarily loses control of the rig, then finally
     pulls it over to a stop at the side of the road.  He 
     quickly grabs the ditty bag -- and pulls out a .357
     Magnum.  He shoves the gun under his belt.

     ANGLE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

     The two outlaws come up to Rick's tractor and motion him 
     out.  The one outlaw with a rifle keeps a bead on Rick,
     while the other pulls out a pistol.  They march him to the
     side of the rig out of sight of the road.  Rick carefully 
     eases the Magnum out of his belt.  Then he wheels...but 
     he's too slow.  The outlaw with the pistol shoots him in 
     the left arm.  Rick goes down.

     The outlaws, working with military precision, unhitch Rick's 
     trailer and connect it onto their tractor.  One of the 
     outlaws grab the manifest and log book from inside Rick's 
     tractor.  Then they take off, leaving Rick in agony.

     EXT. CITY FREEWAY - DAY - STOCK

     Out of a line of cars, comes one sleek black vehicle:  the 
     Knight 2000.

                               K.I.T.T. (o.s.)
               Michael, I'm afraid if you won't 
               take cover, you're going to be in 
               serious trouble.

                               MICHAEL (o.s.)
               Help me out, Kitt.

                               K.I.T.T. (o.s.)
               I'm sorry, Michael, not this time.

     Michael lets out a shout.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     as his spaceship gets wiped out on the monitor screen video 
     game.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I can't help you if I'm playing 
               against you.  That makes it thirty-
               seven games to one, my favor.

                               MICHAEL
               Home court advantage.

     A beat.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, Devon is calling.

                               MICHAEL
               Patch him through, Kitt.

     INTERCUT DEVON'S OFFICE

     While Bonnie helps gather papers, Devon speaks into his 
     monitor.

                               DEVON
               Hello, Michael.  Trust I'm not 
               disturbing anything.

                               MICHAEL
               Just the age-old fight of man versus
               computers.
                      (a beat)
               I thought you'd be in Chicago by now.

                               DEVON
               My plane leaves within the hour.
               Michael, something's come up.  I don't 
               have all the details yet, but the 
               president of Micro-Tech Electronics 
               called this morning.  A shipment of 
               highly sensitive electronic components
               have been stolen near Albuquerque,
               New Mexico.

                               MICHAEL
               Any idea who took them?

                               DEVON
               None, I'm afraid.  The odd thing is
               the parts were falsely labelled to 
               discourage theft.  The driver of the 
               truck was shot and wounded.  I've 
               already contacted him -- he's 
               expecting you.

                               MICHAEL
                      (resistance)
               Devon....

                               DEVON
               I know you're due for some R and R,
               Michael, but look at it this way:
               Would you rather go to New Mexico or 
               Chicago?

                               MICHAEL
               In March?  I'm on my way to New 
               Mexico -- on one condition:  Bring 
               me back a deep-dish pizza.  Best 
               pizza in the world's made in Chicago.

                               DEVON
               Your eclectic culinary tastes never 
               cease to amaze me, dear boy.  I'll 
               do my best.

     Michael laughs.

                               MICHAEL
               Thanks, Devon.

     OMITTED

     DRIVE-BYS - STOCK

     as the Knight 2000 travels the open road.  The terrain 
     changes from cityscapes to the spacious plains of New 
     Mexico.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     Michael is driving.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, I am picking up a 
               transmission in a highly stylized 
               dialect of the English language.

                               MICHAEL
                      (puzzled)
               Let's hear it, Kitt.

     A static-filled transmission comes over K.I.T.T.

                               VOICE (o.s.)
               Blow your windows down, Good Buddy.
               Come on back now, 10-4?

     Michael laughs.

                               MICHAEL
               That's CB -- Citizen's Band, Kitt --
               trucker's shorthand.

                               K.I.T.T.
               In other words, 'slang.'

                               MICHAEL
               I still remember a lot of it from my 
               police days.  Do you want me to 
               teach it to you?

     A beat.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Unless it's imperative to this case, 
               I'd rather you didn't.

     EXT. CHIEF JOE CAFE - DAY

     Michael pulls the Trans Am into the parking lot of this 
     trucker's restaurant.  He gets out of the car and heads 
     towards the cafe.

     INT. CHIEF JOE - DAY

     A small, down-home-type place.  Near the windows are booths.
     Across from the booths is a counter with stools.  As Michael 
     enters, he catches part of a heated argument.  Three men, 
     Curt Brusker, brawny and muscular, Gene Alley, slim, in his 
     forties and Ozzie Layton, a man in his thirties, are seated 
     in a booth.

                               BRUSKER
               I don't care if he's been Sheriff
               sixty years, Winston ain't worth a 
               cent....

                               GENE
               I don't know, Curt.  I'm hurting as 
               bad as anyone, but this....

                               BRUSKER
               I'll tell you what -- do it my way 
               and the only ones hurting will be 
               those outlaws....

     They all look up at Michael, then continue their conversa-
     tion in quieter tones.  Michael eases over to the counter 
     and sits next to a man in his fifties, in Levi's, flannel
     shirt and cowboy boots, clothes of the road.  This is Sam 
     Volker.  He nods at Michael.

     Norma Pell, an overly made-up waitress in her midthirties,
     comes over.  At one time -- in high school -- Norma was a 
     knockout.  Now, she has the tired look of a woman frustrated 
     by fate.  She smiles at Michael as she pulls out her order 
     book.

                               NORMA
               Howdy.  What'll it be?

                               MICHAEL
               Hi.  Coffee, please.

                               NORMA
               One cup of java, coming right up.

     She steps to the coffee machine, and quickly pours his 
     cup.  She sets it down in front of him and he takes a sip.

                               MICHAEL
               I'm supposed to meet Rick Calley
               here.  Can you point him out?

                               NORMA
               I haven't seen him here much since...
               the accident.  He's probably at his 
               garage, a few miles east.

     She sets down a doughnut on a small plate in front of 
     Michael.  Stuck on is a smiley, "Happy Face" button, the 
     kind in vogue in the mid-70's.

                               NORMA
               On the house.  Never know when you 
               might need an extra smile.

     Michael smiles, pins the button on his jacket.  He takes 
     the doughnut and starts to the door.

                               MICHAEL
               Thanks.  For your smile.

     Norma grins broadly.  Brusker takes note of Michael as he 
     exits.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. CALLEY GARAGE - DAY

     Out front is parked the "Calley and Son Trucking" tractor we 
     saw earlier.  On top of the garage is a painted sign with the 
     same words.

     ANGLE BY GARAGE ENTRANCE

     Michael parks K.I.T.T. and climbs out.  He walks up to the 
     garage entrance and meets Rick Calley, his arm in a cast.
     Rick is followed by Terri Calley, in her midtwenties, a 
     pretty tomboy in trucker's garb.

                               MICHAEL
               Hi, I'm Michael Knight.  Devon Miles 
               called about me.

     Rick nods.

                               RICK
               I'm Rick Calley.  This is my sister
               Terri.

     They shake hands.

                               MICHAEL
               The company I represent would like 
               to find the missing shipment as soon 
               as possible.

                               RICK
               I'd trade your problem for mine in a 
               minute, friend.  You've lost one 
               shipment -- the A.I.T.'s lost six --
               not to mention the sabotage.

                               MICHAEL
               The A.I.T.?

                               TERRI
               The Alliance of Independant Truckers.
               My daddy founded it twelve years ago
               to stop the men from undercutting each
               other.
                      (a beat)
               I'm glad he's not here to see what's 
               happening.

     Rick looks at Terri, peeved.

                               RICK
               There's nothing more he would have 
               done than I'm doing.

                               TERRI
               Rick, I didn't mean....

                               RICK
                      (to Michael)
               Knight, if you've got anymore questions,
               Terri will help you.  She knows every-
               thing....

     He turns and stalks back inside.  When he's gone, she looks 
     up at Michael.  Before they can say anything the loud roar 
     of a tractor can be heard down the road.  When it comes into 
     view, we see it's being driven by Curt Brusker.  Ozzie 
     Layton is in the passenger's seat.

     Brusker pulls his tractor in front of K.I.T.T., blocking 
     K.I.T.T. in, next to another car.

     ANGLE TO INCLUDE BRUSKER AND OZZIE

     Brusker and Ozzie get out and walk up to Michael and 
     Terri.  Brusker pointedly ignores Michael.

                               BRUSKER
               Hi, babe -- let's go on by the Tick
               Tock later.  It's nickle beer night.

                               TERRI
               Curt, don't you ever quit?

                               BRUSKER
               Not when I want something bad enough.

     There's a moment of tension, then Brusker laughs, nudges 
     Ozzie and they go toward the garage.

     NEW ANGLE ON MICHAEL AND TERRI

     as they move off toward K.I.T.T.

                               TERRI
               Don't pay any attention to him.

                               MICHAEL
                      (smiles)
               Hardly noticed he was there.  Can
               you get me a list of the A.I.T. 
               truckers?

                               TERRI
               I can do better than that -- we're 
               having a meeting tonight.  Why don't
               you come by?

                               MICHAEL
               Thanks, I will.  I'd like to start 
               running down that stolen cargo.
               What's the procedure?

                               TERRI
               We pick up our freight at Riggin's
               Distributor.  Gil Riggins fought Daddy
               over the A.I.T. -- you know, management
               vs. union, but they were old friends.
               He'll help you any way he can.

     They stop by K.I.T.T.

     ANGLE ON K.I.T.T.

     The Trans Am is blocked in between Brusker's tractor and 
     the other car.

                               TERRI
                      (angry)
               That dog.  I'll be right back.

     Terri heads for the garage.  Michael climbs into K.I.T.T.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     Michael gets behind the wheel.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, surely you don't expect me
               to move that monster.

                               MICHAEL
               There's no sense spinning our 
               wheels, Kitt.  Let's spin his.

     ANGLE ON TRUCK

     K.I.T.T. starts to move it.  The truck's tires begin to smoke
     and the truck begins to emit a loud whining sound.  After a 
     few seconds, it is pushed out of K.I.T.T.'s way.

     ANGLE AT GARAGE

     Terri, Brusker and Ozzie rush out to see what's happening.
     As Michael and K.I.T.T. drive away, Brusker chases after 
     the car.

                               BRUSKER
               Come back here!  I'll pound you and 
               that black bucket into the ground!

     But he's talking to dust.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. "RIGGINS' DISTRIBUTORS" WAREHOUSE - DAY - LATER

     A large warehouse, replete with loading docks, to establish.
     K.I.T.T. is parked outside.

     INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

     Michael is talking with Gil Riggins, a man in his forties.
     The warehouse is bedlam:  men shouting, forklifts carrying
     cartons, etc.

                               RIGGINS
               What's your role in all this?

                               MICHAEL
               I'm a freelance investigator working 
               for Micro-Tech, but I'd also like to 
               find out who's hitting the A.I.T.
               trucks.

                               RIGGINS
               Who wouldn't.
                      (shrugs)
               Once the cargo leaves here, it's out
               of my hands.  You know, it's a shame
               -- those truckers are good people.
               I know most of them personally.

                               MICHAEL
               I heard it wasn't always that way.

     Riggins looks at him hard, then smiles.

                               RIGGINS
               Not always.  Ted Calley and I fought 
               tooth and nail.  But when he finally 
               organized the men, that was that.  I
               even sent them a keg of beer for 
               their first meeting.

     A warehouse worker comes over to Riggins and hands him a 
     clipboard.  Riggins signs it, then hands it back.

                               RIGGINS
                      (to the 
                       worker)
               Get that fruit out of the sun.
                      (to Michael)
               Anything else?

                               MICHAEL
               That's all for now.  Thanks for your 
               help.

                               RIGGINS
               Any time.  I hope you find whoever's 
               responsible.  My suppliers won't 
               stand for any more losses.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. CALLEY GARAGE - NIGHT 

     The door is open and lights burn brightly from inside.

     INT. CALLEY GARAGE - NIGHT 

     This room has all the accouterments of a working garage.
     Standing around are Brusker, Ozzie, Gene, and the other 
     truckers.  Michael, Terri and Rick stand by the door, by 
     an open cooler of beer.

     Talking to them and standing in the middle of the men is 
     gruff and grizzly Sheriff Hank Winston.  The meeting is at
     a fever pitch.

                               WINSTON
                      (angry)
               You listen to me -- I've got 3,750
               square miles to cover, and two 
               reservations.  I've got three patrol
               cars and six men.  You figure out how 
               to kick up the county budget, and 
               I'll get you your protection.

                               GENE
               Hank, if those outlaws grab another 
               shipment, I'm done in.  You talk 
               about county budgets, lemme tell you
               about mine:  I got a payment for 
               that tractor out there to the tune 
               of $432 a month -- and I ain't made
               that payment in two months.  I've 
               got three kids, one wife and more 
               debts than I can count.  That's what 
               I have, Sheriff.

                               WINSTON
               I hear you, Gene -- just make sure 
               you hear me.

     He turns to walk out of the garage, then stops by Rick:

                               WINSTON
               You'd better use your influence on
               these men, Calley.  I'll come down 
               hard on anyone who breaks the law,
               hijacker or trucker.

     Rick nods.  Winston strides out of the room.  Rick 
     addresses the men.

                               RICK
               All right.  You heard what the Sheriff
               had to say.  Before we finish up, I
               got a fella with a different message 
               who wants to talk to you.
                      (calls
                       off)
               Volker?  You out there?

     Into the garage steps Sam Volker, the man we saw earlier at 
     the cafe.  Volker walks up to Rick and smiles evenly at the 
     men.

                               VOLKER
               Fellas, I've got a little business
               proposition.  I'm just passing 
               through, on my way to Tuscon...heard
               about the troubles you all got.  I
               hate to see you good people in this 
               position.  I know what it's like --
               I've been there.  I'm an independent
               trucker, too -- but I got lucky, saved
               some money.  Here's my proposition:
               You sell me your trucks, I'll pay a 
               fair price, and each and every one of
               you has a lifetime job.

     There's a silence as this sinks in.

                               GENE
               How much you offering?

     Terri steps out.

                               TERRI
               I don't believe you, Gene.  I
               remember the nights you came to the 
               house, crying to Daddy about the 
               squeeze Riggins used to put on you!

                               GENE
               And I remember when you wore pigtails,
               Terri.  You're not so much older now
               -- and you don't have all the answers!

                               RICK
               All right, let's let the man finish.

                               VOLKER
               That's about it.  I'll be staying at
               the Wagon Wheel Motel, be in town 
               for a day or two.  I can deal with 
               you as a group or as individuals,
               it's up to you.  You know where to
               find me.

     He smiles at them, then steps out of the garage.

                               RICK
               Well, you heard the man.  Couple of 
               months ago we'd of laughed him out 
               of town...now, I don't hear anybody 
               laughing.  What you do is up to you.

     She stares at him, then storms out of the room.  Michael
     goes after her.

     EXT. CALLEY GARAGE - NIGHT

     Michael steps outside to see Terri, standing alone by 
     K.I.T.T.  As he starts over, a hand grabs him from out of 
     the darkness.  It's Sheriff Winston.

                               WINSTON
               I want a word with you, son.

                               MICHAEL
               I'm easy to talk to.  What's on your 
               mind?

                               WINSTON
               You've been asking a lot of 
               questions.  I want you to know I'm 
               keeping an eye on you.  The last 
               thing this town needs is outside 
               agitation.

                               MICHAEL
               Agitation's not my line of work,
               Sheriff.  I'm a freelance 
               investigator.

                               WINSTON
               You better be.

     After a beat, Winston goes to his car, gets in and drives 
     away.

     NEW ANGLE

     Michael goes up to Terri.

                               MICHAEL
               How you doing?

                               TERRI
               Rotten.

                               MICHAEL
               Want to go dancing at the Tick 
               Tock?  I hear it's nickle beer night?

     She turns to face him.  When she sees him smiling, she 
     smiles, too.

                               TERRI
               Did you ever see The Alamo?

                               MICHAEL
               Couple of times.  I never missed 
               'The Duke.'

                               TERRI
               That's what this place is beginning 
               to feel like, too -- like when Sam 
               Houston said, 'Everyone's complainin'
               and bellyachin' and what we need is 
               reinforcements....'

                               MICHAEL
                      (smiles)
               Since I can't talk you into nickle
               beer night, how about a ride home?

                               TERRI
               Talked me into that already.

     They smile, climb into K.I.T.T.

     ANGLE AT GARAGE DOOR

     The meeting is over and the men start to filter out of the 
     garage.  Brusker hurries out and watches as K.I.T.T. pulls 
     out onto the main road.  Ozzie talks to Gene at the door.

                               OZZIE
               Come on, just tell her the meeting's 
               running late.  Let's go get loaded.

     Brusker pulls Ozzie aside.

                               BRUSKER
               You can get drunk anytime.  I got 
               some plans for Knight.

                               OZZIE
                      (interested)
               Yeah?

                               BRUSKER
               Yeah.  Get your Friday Night Special
               and meet me back here.

     Ozzie darts off, excited.  Hold on Brusker.

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              AND 

                                              FADE OUT

                         END OF ACT ONE

                             ACT TWO

     FADE IN

     EXT. HOLBROOK - HIGHWAY - NIGHT

     K.I.T.T. travels down this largely deserted road.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - NIGHT

     Michael and Terri's faces are awash in the glow of 
     K.I.T.T.'s dash.  Terri stares at the dash, amazed.

                               TERRI
               This car has more gauges than my 
               tractor.  Where's the CB?

                               MICHAEL
                      (smiles)
               Gotta be in there somewhere.

                               TERRI
               What's your handle?

                               MICHAEL
               Handle?  Ah...'Kitt.'

                               TERRI
               Kitt?  Kind of a dull name for such
               a flashy car.

                               MICHAEL
               It's the best I could do on short
               notice.

     She smiles.

                               TERRI
                      (a beat)
               Who are you, Michael Knight?
                      (before he 
                       can answer)
               I know -- a freelance investigator.
               But on the road you get a certain...
               feel for people.  I wonder who you 
               really are....

                               MICHAEL
               'Smile when you say that, stranger.'

     They laugh.

                               TERRI
               The Virginian.  Gary Cooper said
               that to...I forget.

                               MICHAEL
               I forget too. 
                      (beat)
               This almost feels like a Gary Cooper
               western...kind of a range war.
               Instead of cattle being hustled, it's
               trucks being hijacked.

                               TERRI
               It is just like the old days --
               never the big companies, just the 
               small independents.  In this case
               the A.I.T.
                      (a beat)
               Daddy used to say that truckers were 
               cowboys on wheels...riding the open 
               road...living free.  He thought they 
               should have a code.  The Alliance 
               became that code.

                               MICHAEL
               And now it's in jeopardy....

     She nods.  A thoughtful moment passes.

                               TERRI
               Rick thinks I'm crazy, but I'm sure 
               someone's out to destroy it.

     She looks at Michael.  It's a statement -- and a plea.

     EXT. CALLEY HOUSE - NIGHT 

     Michael and Terri are walking up the walk to her house.

                               TERRI
               No matter what happens, I don't want 
               to give up the highway.  I think it's 
               in my blood.

                               MICHAEL
               Once, when I was travelling in the 
               desert in winter, the sky was so
               full of stars, the stars were so 
               bright, that I turned off my head-
               lights.  I pulled off the road...and
               looked and listened.  I don't know 
               of a better high than that.

                               TERRI
               Isolation...freedom...
                      (a beat)
               What's it like in the big city?

                               MICHAEL
               A lot less stars, a lot more lights.
               None as pretty as out here, though.

     He inches closer to her.  She's nervous...the closer they
     get to a kiss, the more nervous she is...Suddenly, she 
     breaks away...and runs up the steps.

                               TERRI
               See you tomorrow!

     And she practically dives in the house.  Michael watches
     her, laughs and shakes his head.  He walks back to K.I.T.T.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - NIGHT

                               MICHAEL
               Kitt, call the Foundation.

     INTERCUT - FOUNDATION

     Bonnie, in a robe, hurries to the monitor screen.

                               BONNIE
               Michael, do you know what time it
               is?

                               MICHAEL
               The enchanted time of the evening 
               when beautiful women look their best.

     He smiles.  She can't help but smile.

                               MICHAEL
               Bonnie, I need your help.  The robbery
               of the electronics components is only 
               the tip of the iceberg.  Somebody's 
               declared war on an alliance of local 
               truckers.  I'm going to need infor-
               mation on who holds the paper on their 
               trucks, who carries their insurance,
               information on the men themselves --
               anything that indicates who stands to 
               profit from their loss.

                               BONNIE
               Michael, this is going to take some 
               time to get together....

                               MICHAEL
               Bonnie, we don't have time.  How 
               about tomorrow morning?

                               BONNIE
               Sure -- if I stay up all night.

     He smiles.

                               MICHAEL
               I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

                               BONNIE
                      (a smile)
               I know.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. WAGON WHEEL MOTEL PARKING LOT - NIGHT

     Michael pulls K.I.T.T. into the parking lot of this motel,
     the kind in vogue before the onslaught of motel 6's.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, I've been monitoring CB
               channels and Terri's right.  Kitt is 
               rather dull -- How about 'Hot Knight.'

                               MICHAEL
               I like that, Kitt.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Thank you.

                               MICHAEL
               Just don't let it go to your 
               computer banks.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I won't.

     Michael laughs.  Before he gets out of the car:

                               MICHAEL
               Put your ears on, good buddy.

     A beat.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I beg your pardon?

                               MICHAEL
               Go into surveillance mode.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Oh.

     And K.I.T.T. does.

                                              CUT TO

     INT. MICHAEL'S MOTEL ROOM - LATER - NIGHT

     The room is dark.  Michael is asleep on the bed.  A radio 
     plays Country Western music in the b.g.  As we pan the 
     room, we see clothes on a chair and shoes at the foot of 
     the bed.

     EXT. WAGON WHEEL MOTEL - NIGHT

     Curt Brusker's truck slowly eases into the parking lot.  It 
     parks next to K.I.T.T.  Brusker and Ozzie get out, each 
     with a baseball bat and tire iron in hand.

     ANGLE ON K.I.T.T.'S SCANNER

     as it pops to life, the scanning light crisscrosses across 
     the screen.

     ANGLE ON BRUSKER AND OZZIE AT K.I.T.T.

     They walk around the car.

                               BRUSKER
               By the time we're finished with 
               this, that guy will beg for a ride 
               out of town.

     Brusker raises the bat -- and brings it down hard on 
     K.I.T.T.'s windshield.  The bat shatters and Brusker's 
     amazed.  Ozzie starts to pound with his bat and Brusker
     starts to hit K.I.T.T. with the tire iron.

                                              CUT TO

     INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

     The comlink on Michael's wrist starts to beep.  Michael 
     wakes up, groggy.

                               MICHAEL
               What is it, buddy?

                               K.I.T.T. (o.s.)
               Michael, two men are out here 
               causing quite a racket.

     Michael can hear the pounding and muffled cursing.  He 
     throws on some clothes.

     EXT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

     Michael throws open the door -- and sees Brusker and Ozzie
     pounding on K.I.T.T.  Both bats are in pieces and the two 
     tire irons are bent beyond recognition.  Michael smiles,
     leans in the doorway.

     Lights go on in the motel office.  When Brusker's and 
     Ozzie's energy is spent, Michael calls over to them.

                               MICHAEL
               You guys are a little early on the 
               wake-up call.

     They look over, gulping for breaths of air.

                               BRUSKER
               Knight, I'm warning you.

                               MICHAEL
               Curt, I've got no quarrel with you.
               Why don't you go back home.  Get 
               some rest.

     ANGLE AT DOOR ENTRANCE

     Brusker comes over to Michael with a tire iron.  Michael 
     gets into a protective stance.

                               BRUSKER
               You stay away from Terri Calley.

                               MICHAEL
               She's a big girl.  She can decide 
               who she's going to spend her time 
               with.

                               BRUSKER
               And I'm a big boy.  She's my girl,
               this is my town -- and I'll decide 
               who you'll spend your time with here
               in Holbrook.

     They stare each other down.

                               MICHAEL
               I don't think so, pal.

     A beat.  Michael seethes with an undercurrent of anger.
     Brusker starts to make a move to him.

     ANGLE ON K.I.T.T.

     as it starts after Brusker.  Ozzie -- then Brusker -- look
     on amazed.  Brusker drops the tire iron.

     ANGLE ON POLICE CAR

     Lights flashing, siren off, Sheriff Winston pulls the car 
     into the parking lot of the motel.  Winston gets out.

                               WINSTON
               Curt, get in your truck and get out
               of here.

                               BRUSKER
               The car moved by itself, Sheriff.

     Winston looks at Brusker funny.

                               WINSTON
               Curt, I warned you before about 
               drinking and driving.  Ozzie, you'd 
               better take him home.

     Ozzie leads Brusker back to the truck.  They start their 
     truck up and roar away.  Winston turns back to Michael.

     NEW ANGLE

     as Winston comes face to face with Michael.

                               WINSTON
               I told you -- I don't want any 
               trouble.

                               MICHAEL
               And I told you:  I won't cause any.

     Winston stares at him, hard.

                               WINSTON
               I've done some checking on you --
               you have the cleanest record of
               anyone in the Western United States
               -- no traffic citations, no acci-
               dents, nothing...only problem --
               the record only goes back about a 
               year...before that -- nothing.
                      (a beat)
               Anymore problems, and you are 
               gone....

     Michael has plenty to say, but he lets it pass.  After a 
     beat, Winston gets in his car and pulls away.  Before 
     Michael goes back inside, he spots someone looking out from
     another motel room -- Sam Volker.  Volker nods at Michael.
     Behind Volker, Norma pokes her head out.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. RIGGINS' WAREHOUSE - ON LOADING DOCK - DAY

     Warehousemen carefully load crates marked "EXPLOSIVES"
     onto Terri's rig.  She stands with Gil Riggins, signing 
     some papers.

                               RIGGINS
               Call me the minute you get into 
               Santa Fe.  Believe it or not, I 
               worry about you.

                               TERRI
               I will, Gil.  Thanks for your concern.

     Riggins disappears into the warehouse.

     ANGLE TO INCLUDE BRUSKER

     He steps up to Terri.

                               BRUSKER
               I'm surprised to see you without 
               your loverboy.

                               TERRI
               He's not my loverboy, Curt.

                               BRUSKER
               Where's Rick?

                               TERRI
               He doesn't know I'm going out single 
               -- and don't you tell him.  We need 
               this run.  We need the money.

                               BRUSKER
               Want me to ride along?  Or are you
               worried we might ignite some sparks?

                               TERRI
                      (droll)
               You put your finger right on it,
               Curt.  Thanks, anyway.

     She goes down the steps to her rig.  He's not sure whether 
     he's been insulted or not.  He decides he's not been.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY - STOCK

     K.I.T.T., on the move, rendezvousing with the Foundation 
     semi.  When the ramp lowers, K.I.T.T. enters.

     INT. FOUNDATION SEMI - DAY

     Devon walks up to K.I.T.T. as Michael gets out of the car.

                               MICHAEL
               Devon, I know what you're going to 
               say:  You're going to say finding 
               the electronics components should
               take priority....

                               DEVON
               Well put, Michael, but not entirely
               correct.  What I was going to say is
               I would have brought back your 
               pizza, but I couldn't fit it in my
               briefcase.
                      (a beat)
               Then I was going to launch into the 
               rest.

                               MICHAEL
               Go with me on this, Devon.  These 
               A.I.T. truckers are fighting for 
               survival.

     ANGLE TO INCLUDE BONNIE

     Bonnie enters with data banks to be programmed into 
     K.I.T.T.  Michael smiles.

                               MICHAEL
               Beautiful as ever.

                               BONNIE
               Sleepless as ever.

     She slides into K.I.T.T., prepares to program him.

                               BONNIE
               I got everything I could.  The
               background on Sam Volker may not
               surprise you, but I think it'll 
               interest you.

                               MICHAEL
               What is it?

                               DEVON
               Mr. Volker is employed by Panhandle 
               Trucking.  Apparently his job is to 
               buy out struggling independents.

                               MICHAEL
                      (reacts)
               If the A.I.T. knew I bet they'd skin
               him alive.

                               BONNIE
               Michael, I've got a new addition for 
               you.

     ANGLE IN K.I.T.T.

     as Michael comes over.

                               BONNIE
               I'm installing a long-range tracking
               scope....

     ANGLE ON MONITOR SCREENS

     as a picture of a truck is met by sonar-like waves.

     BACK TO SCENE

                               BONNIE
               It will enable you to monitor the 
               location of any A.I.T. truck with a 
               CB radio.

                               MICHAEL
               Terrific.  It'll also give K.I.T.T.
               a chance to brush up on trucker 
               shorthand.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Trucker shorthand brutalizes my 
               vocabulary banks.

     They laugh.

                                              CUT TO

     INT. VOLKER'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY

     Norma is buttoning up the last buttons of her waitress 
     uniform in the mirror.  Her face reflects sadness.  In the 
     b.g. Volker is getting dressed.

                               NORMA
               I remember back in high school...I
               used to love my cheerleader uniform.
               It made me feel so special to put it 
               on....

     Volker comes over to her, stands behind her.

                               NORMA
               I hate this one.

     Volker smiles, then starts to bite her neck.  The sadness 
     leaves her face.  She lets out a tiny scream, then turns 
     around.

                               VOLKER
               Nothing I like better for breakfast.

     She laughs.  He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls 
     out a package.  He hands it to her.  She reacts with 
     surprise and rips it open.  It's a charm bracelet.

                               VOLKER
               ...Just a little something I picked 
               up on a run to L.A.  The charms are 
               all miniatures of places in the city.

                               NORMA
               Oh, Sam, that's so sweet.  You're so 
               good to me.

                               VOLKER
                      (smiles)
               If things go right, you may just not
               have to wear that uniform much longer....

     For a moment she looks like a wide-eyed school girl; it's 
     the closest she's come to a proposal in years.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY - ANGLE ON TERRI'S RIG

     The tractor and rig barrel down the highway.

     EXT. DIRT ACCESS ROAD - DAY

     Behind some trees is parked a black, supercharged van.
     Sitting inside are the two outlaws, their faces covered 
     with the black ski masks.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. VOLKER'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY - ANGLE AT DOOR

     Volker opens the door to Michael.

                               MICHAEL
               I want to talk to you.

     Volker appraises him, shrugs.

     INT. VOLKER'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY

     as Michael follows Volker in.

                               VOLKER
               I buy trucks, son, not souped-up
               cars.

     Volker smiles.  Michael doesn't.

                               MICHAEL
               I'm not here to sell you, Volker,
               I'm here to warn you.  You're no 
               independent businessman just passing 
               through, you're a broker for Panhandle
               Trucking, one of the biggest fleets 
               in the southwest.

                               VOLKER
                      (angry)
               Who are you?  What right do you have
               checking up on me?!

                               MICHAEL
               Put it this way.  Consider yourself 
               lucky I'm the one who found out 
               first.  If it was some of those 
               A.I.T. truckers, you'd be picking
               your teeth up off the floor.

                               VOLKER
               Don't you threaten me.  Like it or 
               not, I make my money legally.

                               MICHAEL
               You make your money off other 
               people's misery and desperation.

     Volker takes a swing at Michael but Michael grabs his arm
     in mid-swing, his face close to Volker's.

                               MICHAEL
               You stick around to play out your 
               hand, Volker, and you might live to 
               regret it.  And if I find out you or 
               your company have anything to do 
               with these hijackings, you will live
               to regret it.  That's a promise.

     Michael lets Volker's arm drop, turns and walks out.
     Volker stares after him.

     EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

     As Terri's rig passes the dirt access road, the outlaw van
     tears out after it.

     ANGLE - TERRI'S REARVIEW MIRROR

     The outlaw van is approaching.  When Terri sees a shotgun
     being pointed out of the van, she is alarmed.

     WIDE ANGLE

     The van pulls up close to the tractor, then the one outlaw
     begins to shoot at the connecting lines holding tractor to
     rig.

     ANGLE IN CAB

     Terri is on the CB.

                               TERRI
               This is Sister Terri.  I've got a 
               ten-thirty-three.  Repeat, I've got 
               a ten-thirty-three -- over?

                                              CUT TO

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     Michael climbs into K.I.T.T.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, Terri is on the CB channels 
               announcing a ten-thirty-three.
               What's a ten-thirty-three?

                               MICHAEL
                      (alarmed)
               It's a call for help, Kitt.  Where 
               is she?

                               K.I.T.T.
               Approximately twenty point five 
               miles southwest of town.

                               MICHAEL
               Come on, buddy, let's go!

     He does a ninety in the parking lot, sending cinders flying.

     EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

     The outlaws fire into the connecting wires -- and the 
     wires split apart.  The rig separates from the tractor 
     with a lurch and the outlaws roar away in the van.

     ANGLE IN TRACTOR

     Terri fights for control of the tractor.  She's pulled out 
     of her seat -- and smashed against the window.  She's 
     knocked out cold.

     ANGLE ON SEMI

     as the rig speeds down a hill and the tractor is out of 
     control, we:

                                              FADE TO BLACK

                                              AND 

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                         END OF ACT TWO

                            ACT THREE

     FADE IN

     EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

     The rig detaches completely from the tractor.

                                              CUT TO

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     Michael is driving.  Trees, road signs, calls all are a blur 
     as he speeds by.

     ANGLE ON K.I.T.T.'S DASH

     The digital speedometer reading "135 MPH" and climbing.

                               MICHAEL
               Kitt, how much further?

                               K.I.T.T.
               Less than five miles, Michael.

                                              CUT TO

     INT. TERRI'S TRACTOR - DAY

     The tractor weaves all over the road, nearly causing a few 
     accidents.

     ANGLE ON RIG

     as it smashes through the guard rail.  It tumbles down the 
     hill once -- then explodes.

     ANGLE IN K.I.T.T.

     close by now.  Michael can hear the explosion.  He can also 
     see -- up ahead -- the out-of-control tractor.  Michael and 
     K.I.T.T. close the gap.  K.I.T.T. tries to maneuver next to 
     the tractor.  The weaving makes this impossible.

     ANGLE IN K.I.T.T.

     Michael puts K.I.T.T. on automatic.

                               MICHAEL
               Pop the sunroof, Kitt.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, you're not planning to do 
               what I think you're going to do....

                               MICHAEL
               Just do it, Kitt.  And get ready to 
               eject me.

                               K.I.T.T.
               You are going to do what I thought 
               you were going to do....

     The sunroof opens.

     ANGLE ON ROAD

     K.I.T.T. tries to get up close, pulls back, comes closer.
     When K.I.T.T. finally gets abreast of the tractor:

     ANGLE ON MICHAEL

                               MICHAEL
               Now, pal!

     ANGLE WITH MICHAEL

     as he flies up -- and grabs onto the yellow warning lights
     on top of the tractor.  Michael fights to stay on.  Once he
     secures his grip, he climbs down the side of the tractor, 
     holds onto the rearview mirror, then swings into the open 
     window on the passenger side.

     ANGLE IN TRACTOR

     Michael grabs the jake brake.  The tractor comes to a jarring
     halt by the side of the road.  Terri looks up, groggy.

                               TERRI
               Michael...how...did you...?

                               MICHAEL
               I don't think you want to know.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. CALLEY GARAGE - DAY

     Michael gets out of K.I.T.T. as Terri gets out of her 
     tractor.  Rick runs up to her.

                               RICK
               Terri, are you all right?

                               TERRI
               I'm okay....

                               RICK
               Why didn't you tell me you were 
               going out?

                               TERRI
               I didn't want you to worry.

                               RICK
               Worry?  Terri, you take out our best
               tractor, you jeopardize what's left 
               of our business, you go out into 
               that no-man's land....

                               TERRI
               All right, Rick -- I didn't tell you 
               -- because we needed the money.  I 
               thought I could do it, but I failed,
               okay?  I'm sorry.

     As she calms, Rick softens.  Michael comes over.

                               TERRI
               I guess Riggins will cancel the 
               contract, now.

                               RICK
               Why worry about it?  This is a 
               no-win situation -- we go out, we 
               risk getting killed.  We stay, we're 
               out of business.  What's the use?

     He searches their faces, then walks away.

                               TERRI
               He's right.

                               MICHAEL
               Wait a minute, Terri.  We're not 
               through yet.

                               TERRI
               What's there to do?  We've been 
               attacked, shot at...and no one has a 
               clue why -- or who...or when it will
               ever end....

                               MICHAEL
               Just hang on.  I'm working on a few 
               things.  You with me?

     She looks away.  He holds her by the shoulders.  After a 
     beat, she nods.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. WAGON WHEEL PARKING LOT - DAY

     as Michael parks K.I.T.T., Norma, dressed in her waitress
     uniform, slips out of Volker's room.  As she approaches
     Michael, she smiles, a little embarrassed.

                               NORMA
               Mr. Knight, Sam isn't a bad man.  I
               want you to know that.

                               MICHAEL
               Thanks, Norma.

     He starts towards the room.  She blocks his path.

                               NORMA
               No, listen...he treats me real nice,
               a lot nicer than these other crumb 
               bums around here.  He said he might 
               want me to quit the Chief Joe, real 
               soon.

     The sad expression in her eyes gives Michael pause.

                               NORMA
               He's a good man.  Even if he doesn't 
               like you, he's nice.  Like when he 
               had that argument with Gil Riggins 
               today.

                               MICHAEL
               Riggins?

                               NORMA
               Yeah...Mr. Riggins wanted Sam out of 
               town -- like you.  But Sam didn't 
               hold a grudge.  He's real even-
               tempered!

     Michael's comlink beeps.

                               MICHAEL
               I'll be right back.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     Michael slips in the driver's seat.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, this is quite urgent.  My
               sensors detect a clock mechanism and 
               an explosive device located in the 
               room right in front of us.  It is 
               set to explode in seven point six
               seconds.

     Michael looks up -- it's Volker's room.  He leaps out of 
     the car.

     PARKING LOT

     Michael runs towards the room, stops by Norma.

                               MICHAEL
                      (yelling)
               Volker, get out of the room!  Get 
               out!

     Norma looks at him, alarmed.  Just as the doop opens....

     ANGLE AT DOOR 

     The room explodes.

     ANGLE WITH MICHAEL AND NORMA

                               NORMA
               Sam!

     She starts to run towards the room.  Michael grabs her and 
     holds on tight.  She tries to break free -- then collapses,
     sobbing hysterically.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. WAGON WHEEL MOTEL PARKING LOT - DAY - LATER

     Firemen put out the dying embers of the motel blaze.
     Onlookers begin to filter away.  Michael stands by K.I.T.T.
     Norma sits in Sheriff Winston's patrol car.  The Sheriff's
     coat is draped over her shoulders.  Winston comes up to 
     Michael.

                               WINSTON
               I'd like you to come in for 
               questioning.

                               MICHAEL
               For what?  The murder of a man I
               wanted to talk to?

                               WINSTON
               Ever since you've come in town,
               things have gone from bad to worse.

                               MICHAEL
               Sheriff, I'm a little tired of being
               leaned on.  I'm here to do a job --
               and, believe it or not -- I'm on 
               your side.

                               WINSTON
               Look at it from my angle, who would 
               you suspect?

                               MICHAEL
               If I were a cop?  If I were a cop,
               I'd look for someone with a motive.

     A beat.

                               WINSTON
               All right, Mr. Knight.  Stick 
               around.  I may discover that you
               have a motive yet.

     Winston turns back to his car.

                               WINSTON
                      (to Norma)
               Leave your car here, honey.  I'll
               drive you home.

     Norma nods.  Winston closes the door for her, then gets in
     the driver's side.

                                              CUT TO

     OMITTED

     INT. MICHAEL'S MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

     Michael is at the coffee table with a legal notepad and 
     pencil.

                               MICHAEL
                      (comlink)
               Kitt, give me the figures on the 
               insurance rate hikes over the last 
               six months....

                               K.I.T.T. (o.s.)
               Michael, Terri Calley is approaching 
               your door.  Shall I wait?

                               MICHAEL
                      (comlink)
               Thanks, pal.  We'll catch it later.

     Michael gets up and opens the door.  Terri is just about to 
     knock.  She's surprised.

                               TERRI
               Good timing.

                               MICHAEL
               It's nice to see a friendly face.

     As she enters the room.  She's agitated, upset.

                               TERRI
               I heard about...what happened.  I
               just can't believe all this...the 
               hijackings, now murder....

                               MICHAEL
               Terri, what's the matter?  Something 
               wrong....

                               TERRI
                      (hesitates)
               It's Rick.  He wants to quit.  Sell
               the tractors, move....

                               MICHAEL
                      (beat)
               What about you?  How do you feel?

                               TERRI
               I don't know.  I don't know anything
               any more.

     She's as close to tears as she's ever going to be.  She 
     walks to the window and looks out.

                               MICHAEL
               Terri, it's your decision.  But from 
               what I know about you, I'm not sure 
               'quit' is part of the Calley
               vocabulary.

     She looks back at him.

                               MICHAEL
               Do you think your father would've?
                      (a beat)
               Do you think Hoss would've?

     She smiles, shakes her head, "no."  They get closer.

                               TERRI
               Michael...I....

     She steps back, laughs nervously.

                               TERRI
               I told you I scared all the boys
               away.  They called me 'Tom-boy
               Terri....'

                               MICHAEL
               That was then.

                               TERRI
               I think...I really like you....

     She starts close to him.  Then she stops, uncomfortable.

                               MICHAEL
               Maybe we could hold hands.

     She laughs, embarrassed.

                               TERRI
               I feel so....

                               MICHAEL
               Shhh.
                      (beat)
               Can we?

                               TERRI
               I guess.  Sure....

     He slowly takes her hand in his.

                               MICHAEL
               Not so bad, is it?

                               TERRI
                      (smiles)
               No.

     To his surprise, she kisses him; a shy, innocent kiss.

                                              CUT TO

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - ON THE MONITOR SCREEN - TRAVELLING

     Michael is driving.  Devon is standing at his desk in the 
     Foundation.

                               MICHAEL
               Devon, I'm starting to feel like 
               Sheriff Winston -- 3,750 square 
               miles to cover -- and no real leads.
                      (a beat)
               When I first came here, I thought 
               someone was after the cargo -- now 
               I'm convinced it's the A.I.T. they're
               really after.

                               DEVON
               Is there anything I can do?

     A beat.

                               MICHAEL
               Now that you mention it, Chicago was
               pretty cold, wasn't it?

                               DEVON
               Cold is not the word, dear boy.

                               MICHAEL
               How'd you like to visit sunny New 
               Mexico?

     Devon is intrigued.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. CALLEY GARAGE - DAY

     Tractors are parked by the door.  

     INT. CALLEY GARAGE - DAY

     A meeting of the A.I.T. is in session.  While all of the 
     same participants are there -- Michael, Terri, Rick,
     Brusker, Gene, Ozzie, Jim, Vance, and Clay -- the mood is
     strikingly different.  It's very somber.

                               RICK
               By now, I'm sure you've all heard
               the news.  Gil Riggins had no real 
               choice but to cancel the Alliance 
               contract.  His distributors just 
               quit on him.  I tried to talk him 
               out of it....

                               GENE
               Rick, we're all sure you did what 
               you could.

                               RICK
               I understand a few of you will be 
               moving out of the area.  Good luck.

     Some nods, some grim smiles.

                               BRUSKER
               Hey, do you all remember the first
               meeting of the A.I.T.?

                               OZZIE
               March 20, 1971.  The day peace came
               to Holbrook's independent truckers.

                               GENE
               I'll bet everyone remembers that 
               first party, too.  I had a headache
               that lasted clear to Tuscon.

                               BRUSKER
               Always were a lightweight.

     Gene smiles.

                               RICK
               Hell, if we keep going on like this,
               we'll all be bawling like babies.
                      (a beat)
               A couple last announcements.  Gil 
               Riggins wanted me to tell you that 
               if anyone's still interested in 
               selling, he knows a buyer.  And I've 
               been asked to introduce an out-of-town
               businessman, Mr. Cedric Bagshaw.

     ANGLE AT DOOR

     as Devon and Bonnie enter.  Bonnie smiles at Michael.
     Devon stands by Rick.

                               DEVON
               Hello.  I'd like to introduce my 
               assistant, Miss Bonnie Barstow.

     Bonnie smiles at the men.

                               DEVON
               I am a businessman, gentlemen.  I am 
               planning to open up a cargo route 
               from Albuquerque to Santa Fe.  I 
               would like to center it here.

                               BRUSKER
               How much business are you talking 
               about?

                               DEVON
               This is a pilot program, a trial 
               run.  But if it succeeds, I can 
               promise a great deal of business.

     ANGLE AROUND THE ROOM

     The men are listening intently.

                               RICK
               Mister, do you know the chances of 
               your cargo making it through from 
               here?

                               DEVON
               All I'm asking is that you prove to 
               me your roads are safe.  If you can 
               do that the contract's yours.

     No one responds, then:

                               TERRI
               I'll do it.

                               RICK
               Terri!

                               TERRI
               Rick, if the A.I.T. goes down, I 
               want to be able to say we gave it 
               every show we could.

     The men are all getting excited, despite themselves.

                               DEVON
               Can you leave right away?

                               TERRI
               Just point me to your rig, mister.

     Michael steps in front of the men and addresses the meeting.

     ANGLE ON MICHAEL

                               MICHAEL
               I know I'm not exactly the most 
               popular guy in Holbrook, but I came 
               here to find some stolen electronic
               parts -- and found a town full of 
               fight.  If Terri's going to pull 
               this off, she's going to need all
               of your help.  Go over to the cafe.
               Set up a CB.  And listen.  If we 
               need help, be ready to roll.

                               GENE
               We'll do it.

                               DEVON
               Remember...if this succeeds, the 
               A.I.T. will be a viable organization
               for a long time to come.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. CHIEF JOE CAFE - DAY

     The men all jump out of their tractors and hurry to the 
     Chief Joe.  By the Foundation semi stands Michael, Devon,
     Bonnie and off to the side, Rick and Terri.

     ANGLE ON MICHAEL, DEVON AND BONNIE

                               DEVON
                      (sotto)
               Michael, please be careful.  That 
               semi is worth a king's ransom.

                               MICHAEL
               Or a knight's yearly salary?

                               DEVON
               At the very least.

                               MICHAEL
               By the way, where'd you come up with 
               a name like Cedric?

                               DEVON
               It's my father's name.

                               MICHAEL
               Great name.

     Devon smiles.

                               BONNIE
               Good luck, Michael.  Kitt's ready --
               and waiting.

     ANGLE ON TERRI AND RICK

                               RICK
               I'm proud of you, little sister.
               This is the kind of thing Dad would 
               have done.

                               TERRI
               This is the kind of thing any Calley
               would do -- we're all crazy enough.

     They laugh -- then hug.

     ANGLE AT DOORWAY OF CHIEF JOE

     Brusker and Gene pass Riggins, who is staring at the 
     Foundation semi.

                               BRUSKER
               Hey Gil -- hear the news?  If Terri
               makes her run, the Alliance is still
               alive.

     Riggins is distracted.

                               GENE
               What do you say, Gil -- same deal?
               We make that run, you go to bat for 
               us?

     After a beat, Riggins looks up at them.

                               RIGGINS
               Sure.  Okay, that's a deal.

     After Brusker and Gene leave, he crosses to a phone booth 
     outside the cafe.

     INT. PHONE BOOTH - DAY

     Riggins dials a number, then talks into the phone.

                               RIGGINS
               They're going out again.  It's their
               last gasp -- we stop them now, we've 
               stopped them forever.  No, the car's 
               nowhere in sight.  Get it done.

     As he hangs up, we:

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              AND 

                                              FADE OUT

                        END OF ACT THREE

                            ACT FOUR

     FADE IN

     EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY - ON FOUNDATION SEMI

     as it travels down a stretch of highway.

     INT. FOUNDATION SEMI - DAY - TRACTOR

     Terri is driving.

                               TERRI
               I think we fooled everyone -- even
               Rick.  Where'd you get the idea?

                               MICHAEL
               From an old murder mystery -- the 
               detective put all of the suspects in
               a room then told them the victim was 
               still alive.  It was only a matter 
               of time before the killer sneaked 
               out to try again.

                               TERRI
               It sounds like an ambush to me.

                               MICHAEL
               Not when you're the good guys.

     He smiles.  There's a pause.

                               TERRI
               What I want to know is -- if the 
               pirates attack -- why are you so 
               sure we can stop them?

                               MICHAEL
               Another old chess technique.  Hold 
               back your most powerful piece --
               until you need it.

     She gives him a puzzled look.

                                              CUT TO

     INT. FOUNDATION SEMI - RIG - DAY - ON K.I.T.T.

     Its scanner light flashing.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. DIRT ACCESS ROAD - DAY - ON OUTLAW TRACTOR

     It's parked by an outcropping of rocks, the same tractor
     that we saw at the top of the show.

     INT. OUTLAW TRACTOR - DAY

     The two outlaws, Sax and Russell, have their masks off for 
     the first time.  Russell, the older of the two men, is in 
     the driver's seat.  Sax, the more nervous of the two,
     checks his watch.

                               SAX
               I thought truckers were supposed to 
               be punctual.

                               RUSSELL
               She'll be here soon enough.

     Sax fidgets.

                               SAX
               Man, there must be a better way to 
               make a living.

                               RUSSELL
               That's what you said when we were 
               working on the docks.  At least
               these hours are better.

                               SAX
               That's true.

     Sax reaches behind him and pulls out the recoiless rifle.
     He checks the rifle, loads it.

                                              CUT TO

     INT. CHIEF JOE'S CAFE - DAY

     Devon, Bonnie and Rick all enter the cafe.  The truckers 
     are huddled around a CB in a horseshoe booth near the back
     of the restaurant.

                               GENE
                      (calling)
               Hey, Mr. Bagshaw, how about we treat
               you to Joe's famous original 'Sloppy
               Joe's'?

     Devon looks faint.  Bonnie grins.

                               DEVON
               'Sloppy Joe's?'

                               GENE
               Sure, they're great.  Sliced ham,
               topped with a special barbeque 
               sauce, chili, salsa, hot peppers --
               a cure for whatever ails you.

                               DEVON
               That sounds...delightful.  However
               I had quite a large breakfast.

     Gene and the others make room for Devon in the booth.
     Devon has no choice but to sit with them.  He's squeezed 
     between them.

                               GENE
               That's the great thing about these 
               Sloppy Joe's, Mr. Bagshaw -- your 
               stomach has to make room for them.
               They just won't take no for an 
               answer.

     Devon smiles weakly.

                               GENE
               Hey, Norma -- eight Sloppy Joe's
               here.
                      (to Devon)
               Unless you want more than one....

                               DEVON
               No, no.  Don't want to overdo a good 
               thing.

     Gene smiles, slaps Devon on his back.

     INT. FOUNDATION TRACTOR - DAY

     Terri drives.  Michael takes a sip from a cup of coffee,
     then hands her the cup.  She takes a drink.

                               TERRI
               Michael, thanks...for giving me hope.

                               MICHAEL
               I didn't give you hope, Terri -- I 
               just helped you borrow it back from 
               yourself.

     She smiles.

                               TERRI
               See that saguaro (se-war-o) -- that 
               giant cactus -- over there?

     She points one out.

                               TERRI
               If you look at them closely, they 
               look like they're waving, or bowing 
               or saluting you.  Or making fun of
               you.  Some people are mountain
               people, some are ocean people.  I'm 
               kind of a desert person.  How about 
               you?

     He thinks.

                               MICHAEL
               I think -- I'm a road person.

     She laughs.

                               TERRI
               Me, too.

                                              CUT TO

     INT. CHIEF JOE'S DAY

     Bonnie is at the counter, talking with Norma as Devon comes
     up.

     ANGLE ON BONNIE AND DEVON

                               DEVON
                      (sotto)
               So far, no one's made a move.

                               BONNIE
               I'll keep my eyes open.

                               DEVON
               Mine are watering -- beware the 
               Sloppy Joe's.

     She laughs.  Devon moves back to the table.

     ANGLE ON BONNIE AND NORMA

     Norma looks even more sad than before.  She wipes up a 
     spill on the counter while talking with Bonnie.

                               NORMA
               I don't know.  I guess Sam just 
               wasn't meant to be the end of my 
               rainbow.

                               BONNIE
               There'll be other guys, Norma.

                               NORMA
               That's the problem, sugar, there's 
               always other guys.
                      (a beat)
               Do you ever think of your Mr. Right?

                               BONNIE
               No, not really.

                               NORMA
               Come on, tell me.  You must.  Every 
               woman does.

                               BONNIE
               No, seriously, I don't.

                               NORMA
               I do.  He has to be tough, yet
               gentle.  Forceful, but he has to let 
               me have my own way most of the time.
               And, a nice car wouldn't hurt.  Now,
               come on -- how about you?

     Bonnie laughs.

                               BONNIE
               All right, maybe I do have a little 
               bit of an idea.  I'd like him to 
               like classical music, but he should 
               be open to all kinds of different 
               styles.  He's definitely got to love 
               books and plays.  I think he should 
               have a good sense of humor, witty,
               you know, kind of sophisticated.
               It'd be nice if he were athletic,
               but I don't want him to be a jock.
               I like a guy who's full of sur-
               prises and....

     Norma looks at her, amazed.  She moves off to get a 
     customer a cup of coffee.  Bonnie continues on.

                                              CUT TO

     OMITTED

     INTERCUT - K.I.T.T.

     in the rig.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, two men are approaching
               from the southwest.  One has a rifle.

                               MICHAEL
               Okay, pal, this is it.  Come get me.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Right away, Michael.

     Terri looks shocked.

                               TERRI
               Who's that?

                               MICHAEL
               Our secret weapon.  I'll explain 
               later.  Keep her steady.

     Michael rolls down the window.

     OMITTED

     ANGLE ON MICHAEL

     climbing out the window and climbing down through the 
     sunroof.

     ANGLE ON OUTLAWS

     as they pull up next to Terri.  Sax points the rifle at her.

     ANGLE WITH K.I.T.T.

     as he maneuvers around the semi -- and comes up hot on the
     heels of the outlaws.  The outlaws look back -- and are 
     shocked to see the car.  Sax leans out and fires at K.I.T.T.
     The bullets bounce harmlessly off him.

     As the outlaws slow down to fight K.I.T.T., Terri is able 
     to speed the Foundation semi up and pass them.  The outlaw 
     tractor starts to weave from one side of the road to the 
     other, to stop K.I.T.T. from passing them.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     Michael is doing everything he can to pass the outlaws, to 
     no avail.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, my scanners indicate that 
               the divided highway ends less than a
               mile from here.  And there appears 
               to be very heavy traffic coming in 
               the opposite direction.

                               MICHAEL
               All right, Kitt.  We don't have any
               time to waste.

     Michael pulls K.I.T.T. up close to the outlaw tractor.

     INSERT - TURBO BOOST BUTTON

     Michael pushes this button.

     ANGLE WITH K.I.T.T.

     as the car flies up and over the tractor.

     INT. OUTLAW TRACTOR

     The outlaws follow K.I.T.T.'s trajectory in awe and Russell
     momentarily loses control of the tractor.

     ANGLE WITH K.I.T.T.

     Back on earth, K.I.T.T. speeds up, then when Michael throws 
     the car into a ninety, it blocks the highway entirely.

     INT. OUTLAW TRACTOR

                               RUSSELL
               Now we got him!

     And he speeds up.

     INTERCUT - K.I.T.T. AND THE TRACTOR

     coming closer, closer -- and then they hit.  K.I.T.T. is 
     undamaged, but the outlaw tractor flips over and into the 
     side of the road.

     ANGLE ON TERRI

     She sees what's happening in her rearview mirror and pulls 
     off the highway.

     ANGLE AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

     Russell and Sax stumble out of the wreckage of their 
     tractor.  Sax is dazed, slumps back to the ground.  Michael
     grabs Russell as Terri runs up to the scene.  He rips off
     the face mask.

                               MICHAEL
               All right, talk.  Who are you 
               working for?

     Russell doesn't answer.  Michael pins him against the cab.

                               MICHAEL
               Listen, pal, you'd better start 
               talking.  You've already wrecked two
               lives -- not to mention killing a 
               man.
                      (a beat)
               So help me, you'd better talk, or 
               I'll wreck yours beyond repair.  And 
               if I get the Foundation to prosecute,
               the next time you'll see windows 
               without bars is going to be in a 
               rest home.

                               RUSSELL
               We didn't kill no one.

                               MICHAEL
               I have a witness who says otherwise.

                               RUSSELL
               It wasn't us, I swear!

                               MICHAEL
               Then who?

                                              CUT TO

     INT. RIGGINS' WAREHOUSE - DAY

     Riggins is out on the loading dock.  In the distance are 
     sirens.

     ANGLE ON RIGGINS

     As he hears the sirens, he becomes panicked.  Then, from 
     the highway, he sees K.I.T.T., heading straight for him.
     He jumps down and into a van and takes off.

     ANGLE ON HIGHWAY

     as Riggins' van speeds away.

     INT. K.I.T.T.

                               MICHAEL
               Come on, Kitt -- let's stop him dead
               in his tracks.

     ANGLE ON ROAD

     as K.I.T.T. gets closer and closer to the van.  Suddenly,
     the van pulls off the main highway and onto a side road.
     As it turns, it slides into a ninety.

     ANGLE ON K.I.T.T.

     which turbo-boosts up -- and through the back of the van,
     tearing it to shreds.

     ANGLE ON RIGGINS

     in a state of shock.  K.I.T.T. pulls up close -- just as 
     Sheriff Winston arrives with his policemen.  As Michael 
     grabs Riggins and hands him to Winston, we:

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              AND

                                              FADE OUT

                         END OF ACT FOUR

                               TAG

     FADE IN

     EXT. CHIEF JOE'S CAFE - DAY

     Coming out of the cafe are Michael, Devon and Bonnie.

                               MICHAEL
               That was the best Sloppy Joe I ever
               had.  Thanks for turning me on to 
               it, Devon.

                               DEVON
               In lieu of pizza, it was the least 
               I could do.

     Sheriff Winston enters the shot.

                               WINSTON
               I was wrong about you, son.  Thanks 
               for all you did for us here.

                               MICHAEL
               You're welcome, Sheriff.  Did they 
               find the cargo?

                               WINSTON
               Every bit of it -- tucked away in
               Riggins' warehouse.  I guess Riggins
               thought that if he leaned hard 
               enough, he could break the A.I.T.
               and have a monopoly.  Volker made 
               the mistake of trying to horn in 
               after Riggins laid all the groundwork.

                               BONNIE
               What's going to happen to the 
               warehouses?

                               WINSTON
               They've already been sold -- and the 
               new owner has renewed the A.I.T.
               contract.

     He stops and looks up at the door of the cafe.  They all 
     turn to see what he's looking at:  Norma, dressed up in a 
     frilly dress.

                               NORMA
               Hi, Henry, I'm ready.

     Winston smiles.  Takes her arm when she comes down.  Norma 
     whispers to Bonnie as she passes:

                               NORMA
               Forceful -- and he has a nice car,
               too!

     They all laugh.

     NEW ANGLE 

     as they all hear the honking of a tractor.  Terri and Rick 
     drive up in the Calley tractor.  She jumps out.

                               TERRI
               Check out the new sign!

     The sign reads, "Calley Family Trucking."  Rick smiles.
     She takes Michael's hand, leads him away.

                               TERRI
               Excuse us....

     ANGLE BY TRUCK

     out of sight from the rest of the people.  She takes some-
     thing off the front seat of the tractor.  It's a cowboy hat
     -- a ten-gallon white hat, the kind Hoss Cartwright used to 
     wear.

                               MICHAEL
               Can you direct me to the Ponderosa?

     She laughs.

                               TERRI
               Something to remember me by -- when 
               you're on the road.  When the stars 
               are so bright...that you can turn 
               off your headlights.

     He takes her in his arms.  They kiss, a deep passionate 
     kiss.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. TRANS AM - DAY

     Michael and K.I.T.T. are leaving Holbrook.

     INT. TRANS AM - DAY

                               BRUSKER'S VOICE
                      (over CB)
               Breaker, breaker...Big Bro to Kitt.
               I got one thing to say to you,
               Knight.

                               MICHAEL
               What's that, Curt?

                               BRUSKER'S VOICE
               Thanks.

                               MICHAEL
               You're welcome.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, the correct response in CB
               parlance would have been, that's a 
               big 10-4, over and out.

                               MICHAEL
               Not bad, Kitt....

                               K.I.T.T.
               How does the phrase go?  When in 
               Rome....

                               MICHAEL
                      (laughs)
               All right, good buddy.  10-4.  Over 
               and out.

     As the Trans Am drives off into the distance....

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                             THE END