ACT ONE
FADE IN
EXT. ARMORCLAD CARRIAGE WORKS - DAY - TO ESTABLISH
a modern complex of buildings. The mirrored exterior
facade reflecting green rolling terrain and splashes of
blue sky. Here, unique vehicles are designed and manufac-
tured in a pristine, hi-tech environment and tested on an
adjacent obstacle course/track.
EXT. ARMORCLAD CARRIAGE WORKS - COURTYARD - DAY
enclosed on three sides by the building. Steel roll-up
doors open onto the courtyard. A sign above each
identifies the activity beyond -- ARMAMENTS, MECHANICAL
SYSTEMS, TESTING STRUCTURAL TECHNOLOGY.
A number of unique vehicles are parked in this area, as
Armorclad owner, Gene Hanson, forties, craggy, military
bearing, leads a group of wealthy European buyers toward a
luxurious stretched limousine. The group is comprised of
three men, and an elegantly dressed, sexy woman, Corelle.
The spokesman is Kleiser. They all peruse slick brochures
as Hanson pitches.
HANSON
You'll notice, the Armorclad LXAP's
protection package employs the cutting
edge of structural technology and
materials. A full one and one half
inches of hardened steel armor plate
throughout as well as turbo-charged
power plant and ---
The group is distracted by another vehicle that rolls past
and we go to:
ANOTHER ANGLE - UTCV (TERRORIST CONTROL VEHICLE)
a cross between a tank and an armored personnel carrier;
formidable looking; sporting turrets, gun mounts, etc.
KLEISER
Fascinating vehicle, Herr Hanson.
CORELLE
(winks to
the group)
Maybe we should each get one of these
too?
HANSON
Be a couple of days before this baby's
ready for a demo. The ultimate in
urban terrorist control -- two HRF
fifty caliber machine guns; a rack of
heat-seeking missiles; a water cannon;
a device that coats the terrain with
a Teflon-based oil and there's room
inside for a fully equiped S.W.A.T.
team.
The looks that pass between the members of the group make
it clear they are duly impressed as they arrive at:
EXT. ARMORCLAD TEST TRACK - DAY - FAVORING LIMOUSINE
The driver, call him Ray Jordan, wears a flameproof driving
suit with Armorclad insignia. He pulls on a baclava, helmet
and gloves; gets behind the wheel of the luxurious, modified
stretched limousine and rockets onto the track. Hanson and
the buyers head for a posh observation booth/control room
that overlooks the track.
INSIDE THE LIMOUSINE - TRAVELING
Jordan adjusts a helmet mike and lowers his visor.
JORDAN
Okay, Gene. I'm rolling.
INTERCUT - TEST CONTROL BOOTH
throughout an elegant, high-tech room where Gene Hanson and
the buyers observe the test track through a large window.
Technician, Lilah Graham, thirty-seven, sexy, smooth, precise,
who wears a white lab coat with Armorclad insignia, presides
at a console monitoring the state of the art-computerized
testing equipment racked up behind her. She pushes some
buttons on her console.
LILAH
That makes two of us.
HANSON
Whenever you're ready, Ray.
JORDAN
Okaaaay -- Let's find out if this
baby can keep the Prime Minister
from getting his tail blown off.
Jordan tromps on the accelerator.
THE LIMOUSINE
launches off a low bump and keeps going. It side slides
off the macadam into an unpaved area; a rooster tail of
dirt, sand and gravel blasting into the air behind it as:
A LAND MINE
explodes beneath the car. And then another and another.
The limo keeps charging forward, totally unaffected.
HANSON
How's she taking it, Ray?
JORDAN
The seat of my pants are a little
singed, but other than that ---
HANSON
(chuckles)
Got your windows up?
Hanson nods to the technician, who encodes at his console.
A MACHINE GUN
atop a hillside starts automatically tracking the approaching
limo. It suddenly comes to life, firing burst at:
THE WINDSHIELD OF THE LIMO
as the rounds ricochet off the bulletproof glass.
THE LIMO
keeps travelling, churning through the dirt, back onto
macadam and into a series of hard curving esses, and we
are:
ON A MOBILE ROCKET LAUNCHER
The shoulder-mounted variety that, for test purposes, is
tripod mounted and remote controlled like the machine gun.
It tracks and fires. The small missile blasts out of the
launcher and homes in on:
THE DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR OF THE LIMO - SLOW MOTION
as the missile penetrates the armor-plated steel, and
explodes, and we are:
INSIDE THE LIMOUSINE
as it is wracked by a massive explosion that obliterates
our view of Ray Jordan with a blinding flash.
RESUME THE SCENE
A second explosion blasts out of the windows. We pull back
to reveal this is on a monitor in the control room. The
buyers, Lilah and Hanson react, horrified.
LILAH
Ray! Ray!! Oh, my God!!
Hanson punches an alarm button; claxons and sirens start
wailing. He grabs a microphone and shouts over the track
speaker system ---
HANSON
Get him out of there! Get him out!
Hurry!
The buyers turn away from the windows -- away from the sight
of the limousine engulfed in flames that are beating back
Armorclad personnel who try to move in with extinguishers,
and during this we:
INTERCUT - OTHER ARMORCLAD PERSONNEL
as they respond to the explosion and alarms, appearing from
the various courtyard production departments. All clearly
distraught as they group together, devastated. Within this
group, but not prominent, are Mel Mitchell, Hank Kagan and
Ed Deskey, who we'll get to know shortly.
EXT. ROAD - DAY - K.I.T.T.
travelling, heading back in the open road for The Foundation
after finishing an assignment. The beeper goes off.
Michael clicks on the monitor and we hear ---
MICHAEL
Yo, Devon?
INSIDE K.I.T.T.
as Devon appears on the screen.
DEVON
Ah, there you are, Michael. I
understand things turned out quite
nicely in the nation's Capitol.
MICHAEL
Well, as the Director said when we
were leaving, there'll be a few less
subversive ripples on the Potomac.
DEVON
You've performed a highly valuable
service to your country; one of
inestimable worth.
MICHAEL
Why, thank you, Devon. Very
thoughtful of you to call.
K.I.T.T.
Yes, Devon, as you know, both Michael
and I always look forward to your
commentary and review. And anything
else that you ---
MICHAEL
(interrupting)
I think Devon said what he wanted
to say, pal.
DEVON
Well, there is one other matter I'd
like to cover, Michael.
MICHAEL
(knowingly)
Just a little detour ---
DEVON
A minor course adjustment, Michael,
to -- Armorclad Carriage Works. Mel
Mitchell, one of their employees,
came by The Foundation and told me
of a nasty incident that may merit
our scrutiny.
MICHAEL
Okay, lay it on me.
DEVON
I already have, Michael. I did say
may merit. I was quite rushed and Mel
was equally hurried. The details have
yet to be fully determined.
Michael sighs, clicks off the monitor and K.I.T.T. acceler-
ates on down the road, and we go to:
EXT. ARMORCLAD CARRIAGE WORKS - DAY
as Michael arrives in K.I.T.T.; bypasses a sign that says
OFFICE and drives around the complex to the courtyard;
Michael eyes some unique vehicles parked outside, then
heads for the door labeled STRUCTURAL TECHNOLOGY, and we
are:
CLOSE ON THE NOZZLE OF A BLOWTORCH
as the blue-white pinpoint of flame welds a perfect bead. We
widen out to include the welder's helmet that proclaims "MEL"
above the rectangular window -- and pick up Michael crossing
in the b.g. He raises his voice above the roar of the torch.
MICHAEL
Excuse me?! Hey, Mel, talk to you for
a minute?!
INT. ARMORBILT CARRIAGE WORKS - DAY
A white, pristine, hi-tech environment. All personnel wear
white coveralls -- ARMORCLAD across the back; insignia over
the pocket. Mel Mitchell welds armor plate on the UTCV (Urban
Terrorist Control Vehicle). Mel finishes, dials down the
torch and flips up her visor, revealing a model's face and
vulnerable smile. In the b.g. is the limousine Jordan was
testing when he was killed -- under a cloth car cover.
MICHAEL
Well, it's not short for Melvin, is
it ---
MEL
(shakes no;
smiles)
Melanie.
MICHAEL
Michael. Michael Knight.
Michael extends a hand. Mel reaches out; hesitates,
realizing she's still wearing her asbestos gloves. It's a
lighthearted moment. Michael grabs the forefinger; shakes
it gingerly; Mel points to a rack of tools on a nearby
wheeled tool chest.
MEL
Hand me the number five, will you?
The rasp on the end.
Michael hands her the rasp. As she files a burr on the
weld:
MICHAEL
You do all the armor plating and
structural work around here, Mel?
MEL
Sure do -- next size down.
Michael hands her the next file in the tool box.
MEL
(continuing)
It's my department.
(anticipating)
I got my degree in structural engin-
eering; found out I was a damn good
engineer but a lousy desk jockey and
here I am -- Everyone always asks.
MICHAEL
It's easy to see why.
(beat)
I'll have to remember to thank Devon
for introducing us.
MEL
Devon? Devon Miles?
MICHAEL
(smiles)
Someplace where we could talk?
MEL
Uh huh. I know a place.
EXT. ROOF OF ARMORCLAD COMPLEX - DAY
as Michael and Mel cross to the parapet and she points to
the test track below.
MEL
The missile just penetrated the limo's
door. It happened right out there.
I couldn't get it out of my mind. I
decided we've all come too far to have
it taken away from us now. That's when
I went to see ---
MICHAEL
(interrupting)
Whoa. Hit the brakes will you? You're
leaving me in the dust.
MEL
Oh, I'm sorry. I just got so wired.
For starters, it's important you know
the company's going bankrupt --
(off Michael's
look)
-- end of the week.
MICHAEL
In that case, maybe you oughtta be
out pounding the pavement instead of
beating your head against an accident
you can't do anything about.
MEL
There's more to it than that. Couple
of months ago, I found out the credi-
tors were willing to settle for ten
cents on the dollar. So I got
together a group of employees and
suggested we offer them thirty. It
worked. We were putting together a
buyout package when this happened.
MICHAEL
You mentioned having something taken
away, that what you meant?
MEL
(nods)
We had some well-heeled buyers from
Europe here for a demo. The accident
cost the company the sale. We needed
it to keep alive long enough to finance
the buyout. No reason for it. None.
MICHAEL
Reading in between the lines, Mel, I'd
say you think someone purposely caused
the accident.
MEL
(shrugs;
uneasily)
All our vehicles are designed to with-
stand twice the explosive force used
in testing. What do you think?
MICHAEL
I think it 'merits some scrutiny.' I
also think, if those buyers knew the
truth, maybe they'd give Armorclad
a second chance.
MEL
It's too late. We're meeting at
lunch to cancel the buyout anyway.
MICHAEL
Mind if I come along?
MEL
You familiar with the lug wrench?
MICHAEL
Well, I've ducked a few in my day.
I guess I'd recognize one if it flew
past my ear.
MEL
It'd take a tornado to get this one
airborne. It's a little bar down
the road. That's where we're
meeting.
MICHAEL
What time should I pick you up?
Michael smiles, Mel returns it. They hold a look and we go
to:
EXT. LUG WRENCH BAR AND GRILL - DAY - TO ESTABLISH
A roadside watering hole, surrounded by cars, and we
hear ---
KAGAN'S VOICE
What do you mean by that?
INT. LUG WRENCH BAR - DAY
The buyout group surrounds Michael and Mel. Here are Hank
Kagan, thirties, a large powerful man, Ed Deskey, older,
quieter, but on the edge now, Lew Bresloff, a wirey, taut
man, and a half dozen others, all in casual clothing and
attorney, Andrew Spooner, in suit and tie with attache at
his side.
MICHAEL
Exactly what I said, maybe you don't
have to throw in the towel.
KAGAN
(continuing)
Who is this guy anyway, Mel?
MEL
I told you -- a friend who thinks he
can help.
DESKEY
Mel, you've already given us all the
help we can handle.
BRESLOFF
Yeah, if it wasn't for you we
wouldn't be in this mess; wouldn't
have our savings in jeopardy, our
houses mortgaged.
MICHAEL
All the more reason to listen to
what I say. I think if I talk to
Hanson and the buyers, maybe we can
turn this around. I admit it's a long
shot but it's better than nothing
and ---
SPOONER
The creditors I represent are in
favor of taking any shot. I think
we should give him a crack at it.
KAGAN
Sure, you have nothing to lose and
everything to gain.
MEL
We got into this because we all had
something to gain. We still do.
DESKEY
Come on, we've heard the speech
about your three kids and college,
and late child support checks and ---
MEL
(interrupting)
Forget my kids. What about yours,
Hank? You come into a lot of money
all of a sudden? And that addition
on the house, Lew, all paid for?
Ed, ready to cancel that second
honeymoon?
MICHAEL
Yeah, from what Mel's told me, this
was the chance of a lifetime for you
folks. A chance to save your jobs
and latch onto a piece of the
American dream at the same time.
What happened to that? Why are you
giving it up so easily?
Looks between the members of the group in search of an
answer.
SPOONER
What's the next move?
MICHAEL
Talk to Hanson ---
KAGAN
What's he going to say?
CLOSE ON HANSON
as he muses whatever Michael has just told him.
HANSON
Brilliant idea. Really.
INT. ARMORCLAD CARRIAGE WORKS - DAY
Hanson has looked up from the open engine compartment of
his bright red, turbo charged, expensive foreign
sportscar. Technician Lilah Graham monitors gauges that
evaluate the output of the car's throbbing engine. Michael,
Mel, Kagan, Deskey, Bresloff and Spooner around him.
HANSON
(continuing)
One problem -- if you get the buyers
to come back for another demo, who's
going to give it to them?
LILAH
Yes, have you all forgotten we don't
have a driver.
KAGAN
Good point. Who's going to be crazy
enough to go out on that track after
what's already happened?
Looks between the members of the group. A beat before
Michael steps forward.
MICHAEL
I might.
As the group reacts, we are:
CLOSE ON K.I.T.T.'S REAR WHEEL
as it screeches to life; burns rubber and takes off in a
haze of smoke, and we go to:
EXT. ARMORCLAD TEST TRACK - DAY
Hanson, Mel, Kagan, Deskey, Bresloff, Lilah and other
Armorclad employees watch, and we are:
INSIDE K.I.T.T. - TRAVELING
Michael hits some buttons on the overhead console.
MICHAEL
Give me all the turbo boost you've
got, Kitt. I want their eyeballs
popping when we come off this jump.
RESUME TEST TRACK
as K.I.T.T. reaches the end of the ramp and turbo boosts
through the air, landing further down the track than any
vehicle ever has, and during the above we:
INTERCUT - LONNIE LONDELL
bouncing down an adjacent road in his 4 x 4 that proclaims
LONDELL'S AUTO CIRCUS. Lonnie is a muscular suburban
cowboy with a bushy moustache. He does a neck snapping
double take when he sees K.I.T.T. turbo boost, and makes a
beeline for the test track. During this sequence we will:
INTERCUT - ARMORCLAD GROUP
as they react to Michael and K.I.T.T.'s performance; eyes
popping in amazement, all except Hanson, who smells the
trouble Michael can make for him.
RESUME INSIDE K.I.T.T.
K.I.T.T.
I think that got their attention,
Michael.
MICHAEL
Okay, pal, now let's get me the job.
Michael reaches to the console and we:
RESUME THE TRACK
as K.I.T.T. maneuvers through the esses at blinding speed;
screeches to a stop at the end of the last curve; pauses a
beat and takes them just as fast in reverse.
ANOTHER ANGLE
The awed spectators lined up in the b.g. Lonnie Londell
pulls up in his 4 x 4 and joins the group just as K.I.T.T.
spins a 180, tilts into ski mode and blasts past them.
Londell punches at the air exuberantly, and we:
INTERCUT - INSIDE K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
Left profile ---
Michael settles K.I.T.T. onto four wheels for an instant
then tilts back up into ski mode on the passenger's side
wheels:
MICHAEL
Right profile ---
K.I.T.T.
Do you have anything special in mind
for a finale, Michael?
MICHAEL
Funny you should ask. Remember that
time in Mexico when we hypnotized
that bull just before he gored the
matador?
K.I.T.T.
I don't see any bulls here, Michael,
or a matador for that matter.
MICHAEL
I have a slight variation in mind.
Michael settles K.I.T.T. down; does a 180, tromps on the
accelerator and heads right past:
THE GROUP OF SPECTATORS
as K.I.T.T. accelerates and does a series of continuous 360
spins that culminate in the equivalent of an on-the-spot
blinding-fast, ice skater's speed spin. Finally, K.I.T.T.
screeches to a stop and cruises back toward them.
DESKEY
The man's got talent!
HANSON
The man's a hot dog.
MEL
He's the key to keeping the buyout
alive.
BRESLOFF
He sure is.
The group is clearly jubilant and relieved at this turn of
events. As the group gravitates toward K.I.T.T., who
approaches and pulls to a stop nearby.
ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING MICHAEL
As he gets out of K.I.T.T., Melanie, Deskey, Londell and
others collect around him. In the b.g. Hanson and Lilah
start walking toward the Armorclad test control booth. Mel
gives Michael a thumbs up ---
MEL
Not bad. We just might have found
us a driver.
MICHAEL
And some buyers.
LONDELL
You take the driver, sweetcakes.
I'll take the car. Name's Londell,
Lonnie Londell. Owner, and star
pedal stomper of Londell's Auto
Circus. I was just buzzing by when
I spotted those four-wheel
gymnastics.
(gestures to
K.I.T.T.)
How much'd that puppy set me back?
MICHAEL
Sorry, but that puppy's not for sale.
Londell grimaces; glances to his watch before ---
LONDELL
Almost show time. I can't haggle
with you now. But when ole Lonnie
makes up his mind to get something
-- I'll be barking at you again.
Londell swings an envious glance toward K.I.T.T., then
turns and heads for his 4 x 4.
INT. TEST CONTROL BOOTH - DAY
as Hanson and Lilah enter ---
LILAH
Now what?
HANSON
I don't know. I need some time to
think.
LILAH
That villa in St. Moritz isn't going
to be available forever, Gene. And
-- neither am I.
HANSON
Don't push me now. It took years to
embezzle that money and get it out
of the country. I get into a buyout
instead of a bankruptcy, I could
lose it all.
LILAH
Then I suggest you arrange for
Michael Knight's first test drive to
be his last.
We hold on their looks and we:
FADE OUT
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN
EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
as K.I.T.T. barrels along and we hear ---
K.I.T.T.
Well -- that was very interesting
wasn't it, Michael?
INSIDE K.I.T.T. - DAY
traveling.
MICHAEL
Ever meet a lady welder who wasn't?
K.I.T.T.
Michael, I was referring to that
fellow inquiring about me.
MICHAEL
Oh, him. Just your basic wild and
crazy guy, huh?
K.I.T.T.
I don't recall you taking this
attitude when Devon was extolling
your high value and inestimable
worth, earlier.
MICHAEL
Okay, okay, pal, I hear you. But ---
K.I.T.T.
(interrupting)
Good. Now hear this --
(dramatically
setting scene)
We're in deep snow country. Our
adversaries dynamite the road. The
explosion sets off a massive avalanche.
We're buried under tons of ice and
snow, and you ---
MICHAEL
(interrupting)
What? What is this Kitt? What're
you talking about?
K.I.T.T.
My worth, Michael. Under such
circumstances, what do you think it
would be?
MICHAEL
(muses)
Let's see -- ski country, cold,
snowbound --
(beat)
Is Mel with us?
K.I.T.T.
(exasperated)
What must I do to get a serious
answer out of you, Michael?
MICHAEL
Ask a serious question.
K.I.T.T.
Okay. Why are we talking to these
buyers before we've had a chance to
verify what Mel told you?
MICHAEL
Good one -- because I called their
hotel. They're checking out today.
It's now or never, pal.
EXT. POSH HOTEL - DAY - TO ESTABLISH
As K.I.T.T. approaches in the drive. A limousine is parked
beneath the entrance canopy. Kleiser, Corelle and the
other buyers stand next to a mountain of luggage. A
chauffeur gets out of the limo and goes around to open the
trunk.
K.I.T.T.
Not a nano-second too soon, Michael.
INTERCUT - INSIDE K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
Let's micro-jam that trunk lock,
just to be sure, pal.
K.I.T.T.'s screen comes to life; a graphic of the lock
rotates and freezes, and we:
RESUME THE SCENE
as the chauffeur works at the lock to no avail. He shrugs
at Kleiser, and the group. They are less than pleased at
this turn of events. Michael pulls up; gets out and joins
them.
MICHAEL
Excuse me, but you folks seem to --
suddenly have a few minutes.
KLEISER
Whatever you're selling, were not
interested.
MICHAEL
You were yesterday. If you hear me
out, you will be today.
Looks between the group; a sense of curiosity and we are:
CLOSE ON KLEISER
as he considers whatever Michael has just told him.
KLEISER
Intriguing, Mr. Knight. But have
you proof of what you say?
EXT./INT. AT THE HOTEL - DAY
Any environment or background that has an upscale, posh
quality where the buyers are gathered around Michael.
MICHAEL
No, I haven't had time to ---
KLEISER
(interrupting)
Mr. Knight -- If you have no proof
the vehicle we saw yesterday was
purposely tampered with, as you
claim, I think we're all wasting our
time.
MICHAEL
Not if you get the best product on
the market in the end.
CORELLE
I don't think we can wait around for
another demonstration. I'd like to
help you Mr. Knight but I'm afraid ---
MICHAEL
We're not talking about me. We're
talking about some hard-working proud
folks. They put their life savings
on the line to save their jobs and
their company. It turned out you
were the key to it. Your sale would
have given them the time to pull it
off. All I'm asking is that you give
them a second chance.
KLEISER
We're due in Detroit tomorrow for a
competitor's demonstration. Impossible.
CORELLI
(thoughtful
pause)
Is it Hans? I found Mr. Knight's
words most touching. I'm surprised
you didn't.
She swings a look to Michael for ---
CORELLE
You see, though my colleague
possesses great wealth, unlike the
rest of us, he had to work hard for
it. I find it a source of envy on
occasion, myself.
Corelle eyes Kleiser and smiles. He muses, a tad chagrined,
and softens with a reflective nod.
KLEISER
All right Mr. Knight. Schedule your
demonstration.
EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT - TO ESTABLISH
as we pan across and pick up K.I.T.T. travelling, and we
hear ---
K.I.T.T.
You know, Michael, it occurred to
me ---
INSIDE K.I.T.T. - NIGHT
travelling.
K.I.T.T.
(continuing)
-- that these low profile information
gathering missions are the ultimate
test of our abilities, aren't they?
MICHAEL
Sure are pal.
K.I.T.T.
I mean, we've developed a synergy
that results in a high level of
precision timing and teamwork.
MICHAEL
Come on Kitt. I know when you're
setting me up. Get to the point.
K.I.T.T.
All right, Michael. What if we were
in the desert. There was no water
for miles around. The temperature
was one hundred and twenty-five
degrees and you were being chased by
a band of sword-waving camel drivers?
MICHAEL
What? Come on Kitt. Give me a
break? Who've you been talking to
anyway?
K.I.T.T.
No, Michael, seriously. What would
I be worth?
MICHAEL
Seriously? Well, when you get right
down to it buddy, you'd be just
-- priceless.
K.I.T.T.
You know, Michael, lately I get
the feeling you enjoy answering my
questions without really answering
them. Am I right or am I wrong?
MICHAEL
You sure are.
K.I.T.T. stifles a groan and we go to:
EXT. ARMORCLAD - COURTYARD - NIGHT
as K.I.T.T. comes around the building and pulls to a stop.
As Michael gets out:
MICHAEL
Keep your scanners peeled, pal.
Michael crosses toward the door marked Structural Technology
and uses his lock pick to open it. He slips inside the
building and we go to:
INT. ARMORCLAD CARRIAGE WORKS - NIGHT
as Michael makes his way to the limousine and whips back
the cover -- the missile-pierced driver's door has been
replaced. Michael opens it slowly to discover the interior
of the limo has also been fully restores.
MICHAEL
(via comlink)
Kitt?
K.I.T.T.
Yes, Michael?
MICHAEL
They've beaten us to it pal. The
door's already been replaced.
K.I.T.T.
What are you going to do now,
Michael?
MICHAEL
Find it.
ANOTHER ANGLE
as Michael moves about the area. He rolls aside a long
tack board covered with engineering drawings -- nothing
behind it. He crosses to:
A LARGE REFUSE BIN
Lifts the top; peers inside. Nothing. He is about to walk
away. He pauses; turns back; rolls the refuse bin aside --
nothing behind it too. He stands puzzled for a few beats.
His eyes return to the limousine and we go to:
ANOTHER ANGLE - LIMOUSINE
as Michael crosses to it; opens the trunk and looks inside.
He pauses, dismayed; closes it, shaking his head.
MICHAEL
(comlink)
Nothing, pal. A big zero.
K.I.T.T.
It sure sounds hopeless, Michael.
MICHAEL
It's got to be here someplace.
(off an idea)
I know what. Run a Chem-Scan of the
area. Look for compounds left by a
warhead when it detonates.
INTERCUT - K.I.T.T.'S MONITOR AS NEEDED
as a schematic three-dimensional computer graphic of the
complex appears, and is rotated on various axis.
K.I.T.T.
The interaction of explosive materials
commonly used in mobile-launched
missiles deposits, a residue of
napthlene sulfide crystals, Michael.
The graphic on the monitor stops rotating and holds on an
area, where a flashing indicator indicates the presence and
location of the chemical residue, and we:
RESUME MICHAEL
as he reacts to ---
K.I.T.T.
I'm picking up a high concentration
in that area behind you.
Michael crosses from the limo to a stack of tarpaulins
used to cover the larger vehicles, tanks, etc. Michael
pulls a few aside revealing the punctured limousine door
behind it.
MICHAEL
Good work, pal.
K.I.T.T.
Thank you, Michael. I'm pleased to
have made a contribution to ---
MICHAEL
(interrupting)
Not so fast. You don't have the
rest of the night off yet ---
CLOSE ON THE DOOR OF THE LIMOUSINE
The gaping hole in the sheet metal and ruptured armor plating
behind it. Michael runs his hand over the twisted surface,
then holds his comlink near a section of the armor plate.
MICHAEL
(continuing)
-- Analyze the composition of this
armor plate and compare it to standard
tech specs.
INTERCUT - K.I.T.T.'S MONITOR AS NEEDED
As a multicolored graphic depicting a density/hardness/
thickness analysis builds across the screen.
K.I.T.T.
The material in question is of proper
thickness, Michael, but has a highly
porous molecular structure. I'm
getting a density/hardness reading
barely one third the grade specified.
MICHAEL
That sure explains how the missile
pierced it. Give me some hard copy
on that, will you, pal?
K.I.T.T.
Certainly, Michael.
As the printer in K.I.T.T.'s console begins spitting out a
copy of the graphic on the monitor, a surveillance warning
light starts flashing.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, my scanners are indicating
someone else is on the premises.
EXT. ARMORCLAD CARRIAGE WORKS - NIGHT
as Michael slips out of the door pulling it closed behind him.
MICHAEL
Thanks, good buddy. I'm on my way.
As Michael crosses toward K.I.T.T., a figure lunges out of
the darkness. Michael whirls in reaction and is able to
partially block the blow. But the force of it knocks
Michael to the ground. The attacker dives at Michael. He
rolls aside. They scramble to their feet in the darkness
grappling with each other for a hand hold. Michael throws a
punch; blocks one and connects again. Suddenly, both men
freeze in reaction to the sudden blast of headlights that
illuminates the scene revealing Michael's attacker to be
Hank Kagan and we go to:
ANOTHER ANGLE - HANSON'S SPORTS CAR
as it pulls to a stop. Hanson and Lilah get out leaving
motor running and headlights on.
HANSON
What's going on, Hank?
KAGAN
I came back to check out the limo
for tomorrow's test and found him
sneaking around.
MICHAEL
You always shoot first and ask
questions later, Kagan?
HANSON
I've got one you can answer -- What
are you doing here?
MICHAEL
Looking for proof what happened to
that limo wasn't an accident.
LILAH
What? That's ridiculous.
HANSON
The police did a thorough
investigation.
MICHAEL
They had no reason to think otherwise.
HANSON
And you do?
Michael opens K.I.T.T.'s door and comes up with the hard
copy of the armor plate analysis.
MICHAEL
The armor plate in the door of that
limo was so below spec you could use
it to wrap sandwiches.
Hanson takes the print-out and hands it back with disdain.
HANSON
So, one piece of defective plate got
through the net. It happens.
MICHAEL
I think it was purposely ordered.
HANSON
You can't prove that. What do you
know, anyway. You've got a gas tank
for a brain, a tail pipe for a mouth,
and ---
MICHAEL
(interrupting)
And I know my way around the track ---
HANSON
You'll get a chance to prove that
tomorrow.
MICHAEL
(interrupting)
Start the countdown, pal.
Michael burns Hanson with a look. He and Lilah exchange an
uncertain glance, and we go to:
EXT. ROOF OF ARMORCLAD COMPLEX - DUSK (WOULD BE NICE)
as Michael and Mel cross to the parapet from the entrance.
MEL
An inferior grade of steel?
MICHAEL
(nods grimly)
The armor in the door of that limo
couldn't have stopped the cork from
a pop gun.
MEL
(puzzled)
But we only buy one grade. We use
it to armor all our vehicles.
MICHAEL
Who supplies it?
MEL
Bluesteel Fabricators. Why?
MICHAEL
Somebody ordered it, maybe Devon can
find out who.
MEL
I don't know, Michael, maybe we're
going too far with all this.
MICHAEL
Mel, we have proof the limo was
tampered with, the buyers are coming
back for a demo -- we're turning
this thing around. I thought you'd
be excited?
MEL
Michael, I'm -- terrified.
(off Michael's
look)
I mean, what if it doesn't work? I
started this. I built up everyone's
hopes. You saw how upset they were
yesterday. What if it all comes
apart again?
MICHAEL
They'll get over it, and --
(sideways look)
-- I'll be impressed no matter what
happens. I mean, I don't know too
many people who can hold down a
demanding job, raise three kids and
put together a buyout at the same
time. Takes somebody special.
Mel thanks him with a smile; studies him a beat before ---
MEL
Takes one to know one, Michael.
They hold a long look and we go to:
EXT. ROLLING TERRAIN - HIGHWAY - DAY - TO ESTABLISH
as we pan across and pick up K.I.T.T. travelling, we hear ---
MICHAEL'S VOICE
I'm test driving that limo today
Kitt.
EXT. ARMORCLAD CARRIAGE WORKS - DAY
as K.I.T.T. approaches and pulls into the parking area. As
Michael parks and gets out ---
MICHAEL
(continuing)
The run's scheduled for ten o'clock,
which gives you plenty of time to do
a complete structural analysis.
K.I.T.T.
I'll get started right away, Michael.
As Michael walks off, Lonnie Londell's 4 x 4 roars into the
parking area. Lonnie jumps out; spots Michael and goes
after him.
LONDELL
Hey? Hey there?! Got a minute to
do some negotiatin' ---
Londell lets the sentence trail off as Michael enters the
building before Londell can get his attention.
K.I.T.T.
I certainly do, Lonnie.
Londell turns toward K.I.T.T. in reaction.
LONDELL
Son of a gun. That's a doozie of an
intercom you got there. You do
some serious thinking 'bout what I
said yesterday?
K.I.T.T.
I never indulge in serious thinking
until I have a bona fide offer to
consider.
LONDELL
I like a fella who gets right to work
on the bone. But I sure prefer doing
it face to face.
K.I.T.T.
Yes, but as a very wise fellow once
said, Lonnie -- bark now or forever
hold your peace.
LONDELL
Well, what would you say to an offer
of ---
MICHAEL'S VOICE
(interrupting)
Kitt? I need you, Kitt.
K.I.T.T.
I'm right here, Michael.
MICHAEL
They moved up the test time.
INSIDE THE LIMOUSINE ON THE TEST TRACK - MICHAEL
is behind the wheel of the luxurious, stretched limo.
MICHAEL
(continuing)
I'm on the track and rolling now.
K.I.T.T.
Oh my goodness ---
MICHAEL
That's what I said. How's that
analysis coming?
K.I.T.T.
I'm a little behind, Michael, but
I'll accelerate my computations.
INTERCUT - K.I.T.T.'S SCREEN
as it comes to life and a schematic drawing of the
limousine traces out and starts rotating. Suddenly, the
rotation stops. A flashing indicator is centered on the
driver's door.
EXT. ARMORCLAD TEST TRACK - DAY
as the limousine rockets up the inclined ramp; sails
through space; lands hard and keeps going, heading into the
esses.
K.I.T.T.
(alarmed)
Michael, the armor plate in the
driver's door is of inferior grade.
RESUME MICHAEL INSIDE THE LIMOUSINE
whipping the steering wheel from side to side as he puts
the limo through the tight turns.
MICHAEL
The sandwich wrap variety, right?
K.I.T.T.
I'm afraid so, Michael.
MICHAEL
Then you'd better keep your scanners
peeled for ---
The rest of Michael's words are drowned out by the blast of:
THE MOBILE ROCKET LAUNCHER
as it fires. The missile takes off across the terrain,
homing in on the limousine. We hold a beat and then we:
FADE OUT
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN
EXT. ARMORCLAD TEST TRACK - DAY - THE MISSILE - CONTINUOUS
rockets over the terrain at high speed, and we are:
ON A MONITOR IN TEST TRACK CONTROL ROOM
The limousine comes flying out of the esses. We pull back
to include Lilah and Hanson, eyes are glued to the monitor
in expectation of the missile's impact. And the buyer
group, Kleiser, Corelle, et al, who are watching with
interest, but a "This better be worth the trip" attitude.
THE LIMOUSINE
rockets down a straightaway.
K.I.T.T.
ETA eighteen point three-six-eight
seconds, Michael.
INSIDE THE LIMOUSINE - MICHAEL
is now maneuvering the car into an upcoming turn.
MICHAEL
Can you override the guidance system?
INTERCUT - K.I.T.T.'S MONITOR - AS NEEDED
A graphic of the test track depicted. The limousine
represented by a moving rectangular symbol and the missile
by an arrow that is homing in on it.
K.I.T.T.
There isn't enough time to gain
access and alter the program!
MICHAEL
Then we use that precise timing and
teamwork you're always talking
about. Count 'r down, pal!
K.I.T.T.
Six - five - four - three - two
- one ---
MICHAEL
Zero!
As he shouts out zero, Michael stomps on the brake and
whips the steering wheel to the right and:
THE LIMOUSINE
swerves to the right and comes to a screeching stop ninety
degrees to its former direction of travel, and during this
sequence, we will ---
INTERCUT - THE MISSILE - FROM INSIDE LIMO
Nano seconds from blasting the limo to bits, it flies past
the limo parallel to and just below the bottom of the
windows -- so close you could reach out and touch it -- and
keeps on going over the terrain, and we:
INTERCUT - HANSON, LILAH AND BUYERS
reacting when the missile misses the limousine. Hanson
leaves the control room and heads outside to the track.
The buyers are buzzing in response.
KLEISER
That's what I call tactical maneuver-
ability!
CORELLE
Incredible reaction time!!
INTERCUT - MICHAEL
convinced he's a goner; waiting for the explosion. When
the missile zips past the limo, he lets out a long breath
before ---
MICHAEL
We cut that one pretty close, pal.
K.I.T.T.
I know, Michael. I have just now
taken control of the guidance system
and located a hillside in the
distance where I can harmlessly
dispose of ---
MICHAEL
(interrupting)
Sure would be a shame to waste all
that explosive power, good buddy.
K.I.T.T.
Are you saying you have selected an
alternate target, Michael?
MICHAEL
Sure have, pal.
K.I.T.T.
(catching on)
It would not just happen to have an
exotic, turbo-charged internal
combustion engine, would it?
MICHAEL
Why I believe so ---
K.I.T.T.
And thirty-two hand-rubbed coats of
candy apple red lacquer?
MICHAEL
How'd you guess?
A trace of a smile breaks across Michael's face, as we go to:
EXT. ARMORCLAD COMPLEX - DAY - FAVORING HANSON
As he crosses from the building toward the test track, we
hear:
K.I.T.T.
Coordinates of new target computed
and programmed into guidance system,
Michael.
Hanson hears the whistle of the incoming missile. He
pauses and looks up to see:
THE MISSILE
as it zips through the air in a graceful arc; its trajectory
ending in a direct hit on:
HANSON'S EXPENSIVE FOREIGN SPORTS CAR
as the missile plows into it and explodes. The car vanishes
in an orange fireball and is wrecked by a second explosion
that blows it to bits, and we are:
CLOSE ON HANSON
He can't believe his eyes; looks like he's been jabbed in
the butt by an electric cattle prod, and we:
RESUME THE SCENE
As smoke from the explosion curls to the sky in the b.g.,
the limousine drives off the test course and pulls to a
stop next to Hanson. The window rolls down, revealing
Michael.
MICHAEL
Guess it was a defective missile
that slipped through the old net
this time, huh? I'd say your safety
procedures are way overdue for a
tune-up, pal.
Michael breaks into a knowing smile. Hanson burns a few
beats before they react to the rumble of:
THE URBAN TERRORIST CONTROL VEHICLE
as it rolls out of the Structural Technology bay where Mel
has been working on it. It now brandishes a variety of
formidable-looking ordinance. Mel is walking beside it.
Michael gets out of the limousine and crosses to Mel.
MEL
I heard you put on an explosive
performance, Michael.
MICHAEL
(a wry smile)
Hanson was a little disappointed in
the finale, but I sure liked it.
(indicates
vehicle)
What's going on?
MEL
Gunnery tests.
Michael notices Hanson and Lilah gravitating toward Kleiser,
Corelle and the other buyers, who approach from the observa-
tion area.
MICHAEL
I let you know, if I need a little
ammo to close the deal.
ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING GROUP
They are clearly impressed with what they have seen as
Michael crosses and intercepts them.
HANSON
Well -- I think we'd be more
comfortable in my offices.
MICHAEL
Excuse me, folks, but are you all
familiar with the Armorclad, ironclad
guarantee?
KLEISER
Certainly. It was part of the
specification package we assembled.
CORELLE
Yes, a prerequisite to any serious
discussion of purchase....
MICHAEL
Good, because if I were you, I'd
want mine from the people who'll be
backing it up -- not the ones who
screwed it up.
Kleiser, Corelle and the group ad-lib their agreement.
Michael gestures ---
MICHAEL
Right this way, folks ---
As they move aside, we go to:
ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING K.I.T.T.
as Lonnie Londell arrives in his 4 x 4; gets out and
approaches K.I.T.T.
LONDELL
That sure was a nifty little move
you put on me yesterday.
K.I.T.T.
Would you mind explaining what you
are implying by that, Lonnie?
LONDELL
Well heck, you set me up -- let me
get right to the point of making an
offer, then slammed the door on me.
But if I were you, I wouldn't try
pulling it again today.
K.I.T.T.
On the contrary, I am extremely
interested in what you have to say.
LONDELL
Now you're starting to howl my kinda
tune ---
Londell moves in closer; leans in a confidential manner on
K.I.T.T. and prepares to deal, and we go to:
ANOTHER ANGLE - MICHAEL AND BUYERS
as their meeting breaks up; handshakes all around as the
buyers move off. Hanson, Lilah and Mel, who have been
waiting anxiously on the fringes, move in around Michael.
MEL
How'd it go?
MICHAEL
(thumbs up)
Ninety-nine percent sure they're
going with Armorclad.
MEL
Oh, that's wonderful!
Hanson and Lilah react and move off toward the complex in
the b.g. Mel takes Michael's arm exuberantly ---
MEL
Let's tell the others, come on!
Michael holds her back for ---
MICHAEL
Let's wait a while for that.
(off her look)
They didn't exactly say ninety-nine
percent. More like forty-nine.
MEL
Then why did you say that?
MICHAEL
To put some pressure on the guy who
-- used to drive the red sports car.
Mel eyes Michael with a mixture of mischief and admiration,
and we go to:
ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING HANSON AND LILAH
as they approach the complex of buildings.
LILAH
We'll have to find another way, Gene.
HANSON
I don't know. There isn't time to
set up another accident. I ---
LILAH
How about trying -- a woman's way?
Off Hanson's curious look, we go to:
ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING K.I.T.T.
Londell is standing back, thinking.
LONDELL
Suit yourself, I was hoping you'd
have some fix on an asking price ---
K.I.T.T.
I suggest, Lonnie, you simply make
me an offer I can't refuse.
LONDELL
Well, what would you say to ---
Michael steps in front of Londell as he crosses to K.I.T.T.,
opens the door and gets in.
MICHAEL
(interrupting)
'Scuse me, good buddy.
Michael slams the door, and drives off before Londell can
get out a word. Londell is fit to be tied, and we are:
INSIDE K.I.T.T.
traveling.
K.I.T.T.
That fellow just refuses to give up,
Michael.
MICHAEL
Not now, Kitt. Get me Devon, I ---
K.I.T.T.
(continuing)
He seems intent on acquiring my
services -- in perpetuity and ---
MICHAEL
Kitt ---
K.I.T.T.
(continuing)
And I was just wondering, if we were
trapped in the bowels of the earth
just prior to an underground nuclear
test and ---
MICHAEL
Your worth would have plummeted like
a rock, okay?!
K.I.T.T.
But why, Michael, I ---
MICHAEL
Because how'd we get there in the
first place? Now, get me Devon.
K.I.T.T.'S SCREEN
comes alive and we see Devon appear.
MICHAEL
Yo, Dev. Anything on Bluesteel
Fabricators yet?
DEVON
Yes, it's just starting to come in
now. We've also acquired some
additional data on Mr. Hanson you'll
find most enlightening.
MICHAEL
You mean it gets better?
DEVON
Yes, it seems he's been burning the
candle from both ends. I had Bonnie
cross check a list of global
assassination attempts. Evidently,
Hanson has taken massive payoffs
from radical terrorist factions to ---
MICHAEL
(putting it
together)
-- to install low-grade armor in
vehicles he supplies to people on
their hit lists.
DEVON
Precisely. A very nasty fellow.
(beat)
Care for a hard copy of this
Bluesteel data, Michael?
MICHAEL
Fire away.
The printer in K.I.T.T.'s console clacks to life and we are:
CLOSE ON A STACK OF CURRENCY
as another bundle is added to the stack and we hear ---
HANSON'S VOICE
Fifty thousand? A hundred?
INT. TEST CONTROL BOOTH - DAY
as Hanson removes money from a safe behind a false
component in the wall covered with racks of electronic
gear. He is stacking it on a console in front of Mel.
HANSON
Two hundred? Think about it, Mel --
Two hundred and fifty thousand
dollars. To forget this buyout.
MEL
Gene -- you said you wanted to go over
some upcoming orders before the company
changed hands. If I thought ---
HANSON
(interrupting)
Come on, Mel. Which would you rather
have? A quarter of a million dollars
or a small piece of a business that's
going nowhere?
He takes a couple of bundles of cash from the stack and
shoves them into Mel's hands.
Mel shoves the money aside.
MEL
(angrily)
Bankrupt, huh?
Mel turns to leave. Hanson grabs her arm to stop her.
HANSON
You're a bright girl, Mel. Maybe
you should be thinking about those
kids of yours now.
MEL
My kids? What about my kids?
HANSON
Nothing. I just see 'em sometimes
waiting at the bus stop to go to
school.
MEL
Are you saying you'd hurt my
children if I didn't ---
HANSON
Mel, I was just suggesting you put
their welfare before other considera-
tions.
Hanson pushes the remainder of the money toward her. We
hold a beat on Mel, staring from the money to Hanson, and
go to:
EXT. ARMORCLAD CARRIAGE WORKS - DAY
as K.I.T.T. approaches and pulls into the parking area.
Michael gets out carrying the envelope. He crosses toward
the buildings; spots Mel hurrying to her car and goes after
her.
MICHAEL
Mel? Hey, Mel, wait up?
As Michael catches up and walks with her ---
Mel keeps walking toward her car. Michael takes her arm to
stop her; turns her around and studies her a beat.
MICHAEL
What's the matter, Mel?
MEL
Nothing, I'm fine.
MICHAEL
Well, you sure don't look like someone
who's excited about owning her own
company to me. You're not yourself.
I can see it.
MEL
I'm okay. I've just got some
thinking to do.
MICHAEL
What happened? What's going on?
Mel looks away to avert Michael's stare.
MICHAEL
Has Hanson frightened you in some way?
MEL
(interrupting)
No, Michael. I told you I need some
time. I'm confused. I ---
Michael shows her the hard copy of the Bluesteel data.
MICHAEL
Hanson's a killer, Mel. He's the one
who ordered that low-grade armor. His
signature right there.
HANSON
(interrupting)
The lady said, no. Maybe you didn't
hear her?
Michael and Mel turn in reaction and we go to:
ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING HANSON
wielding a gun that he levels at Michael. He gestures with
his head for Mel to leave. She hesitates.
HANSON
Everything's fine, Mel. Get going.
She swings a forlorn, apologetic look to Michael before she
turns and hurries toward her car. Hanson eyes Michael
coldly. We hold a beat and then we:
FADE OUT
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN
EXT. ARMORCLAD CARRIAGE WORKS - DAY - TO ESTABLISH
INT. ARMORCLAD - PAINT SPRAY CHAMBER - DAY
The hermetically sealed type. Hanson directs Michael
inside at gunpoint and locks the door which has a small
window. Michael looks around, finds himself bunking with a
vehicle primed for painting. He crosses to it; pulls open
the door; reacts with disappointment when he sees:
IGNITION SWITCH
The key to start the vehicle and blast his way out of the
chamber not there, and we:
RESUME MICHAEL
as he crosses from the vehicle to the window in the door
and talks into his comlink.
MICHAEL
Kitt? Talk to me, good buddy?
INTERCUT - K.I.T.T.'S CONSOLE
K.I.T.T.
I hear you, Michael.
A schematic of the building spins on K.I.T.T.'s screen.
The paint chamber identified by a flashing knight chesspiece.
K.I.T.T.
(continuing)
Your comlink signal indicates you
are locked in the electrostatically
charged paint-spraying chamber,
Michael.
MICHAEL
Yeah, I think I'm about to become
the first member of my family to
sport a baked-on finish.
K.I.T.T.
Well, I find it rather becoming and
easy to maintain, myself.
MICHAEL
Thanks. But taking showers in a
car wash isn't my idea of a good
time. I'm counting on you, pal.
K.I.T.T.
I'm on my way, Michael.
CLOSE ON K.I.T.T.
as his engine comes to life; the revs build to a deafening
roar; the clutch pops, the rear wheels spin and we go to:
ANOTHER ANGLE - WIDE
as K.I.T.T. takes off at high speed; rockets across the
grounds of the complex and accelerates onto a collision
course with:
A STEEL ROLL-UP DOOR
as K.I.T.T. heads right for it at maximum speed, and we go
to:
INT. ARMORCLAD CARRIAGE WORKS - DAY - STEEL DOOR
as K.I.T.T. explodes through it. The pieces spike through the
air in every direction, and we:
INTERCUT - MICHAEL
watching this through the small window in the paint chamber
door, and also:
INTERCUT - HANSON
at the controls of a hydraulic lift in anticipation of
K.I.T.T.'s arrival. He hits the up button just as:
K.I.T.T.
nose dives to a panic stop inside the building. His wheels
are still turning when:
THE LIFT MECHANISM
now directly beneath him rises suddenly and engages
K.I.T.T.'s structural undercarriage.
K.I.T.T.'S SENSOR CONSOLE
instantly detects the upward pressure. EMERGENCY and LOSS
OF TRACTION flash in warning, as:
K.I.T.T.'S WHEELS
rise an inch off the floor. They start spinning at top
speed, but to no avail. K.I.T.T.'s out of business, and we:
RESUME THE SCENE - WIDE
as the lift continues to rise, parking K.I.T.T. in neutral,
six feet off the floor. Hanson watches for a few beats,
then, clearly satisfied by this counter punch, he crosses
from the lift console to the paint chamber controls and
prepares to activate the spraying mechanism.
K.I.T.T.
I'm in trouble, Michael.
INTERCUT - MICHAEL
MICHAEL
Yeah, I'd say your effectiveness is
somewhat up in the air at the moment.
K.I.T.T.
It's no joking matter, Michael. I
find this posture most humiliating ---
Michael spots something moving out of the corner of his
eye. He cranes his neck, and we:
INTERCUT - MEL
who has slipped into the building and is moving in Michael's
direction. She pauses when she sees the path she must take
leads right past Hanson. She shrugs at Michael, indicating
she is trapped. Over this we hear ---
K.I.T.T.
(continuing)
-- Not to mention it totally
neutralizes my ability to assist you.
MICHAEL
Hey, you're not out of business yet,
pal. I just spotted a way to lower
your center of gravity.
K.I.T.T.
The sooner the better, Michael.
MICHAEL
(glances
anxiously to
Hanson)
For you and me both, good buddy.
Kick in your smoke jets, lay down a
screen and get ready to go to work.
CLOSE ON K.I.T.T.
as smoke suddenly begins to blast out of a series of jets
aligned along the bottom edge of his rear bumper, and we:
RESUME THE SCENE
as the smoke billows rapidly and engulfs Hanson in a
blinding cloud. Mel comes from her hiding place; hurries
past Hanson and unlocks the door to the paint chamber,
releasing Michael. We follow as they cross to the lift
controls ---
MICHAEL
I knew you were a fast thinker, Mel.
MEL
I shouldn't have had to do any
thinking at all. I'm glad I didn't
let you down.
MICHAEL
So am I. It's never a pleasant
experience --
(glances up)
For most of us, anyway ---
INTERCUT - LIFT CONTROL CONSOLE
as Michael hits the DOWN button and K.I.T.T. starts to
descend ---
HANSON
lunges at Michael from within the smoke cloud.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, behind you!!
Michael whirls; disarms Hanson with a karate combination
and decks him with a right to the jaw. The gun goes
flying. Hanson scrambles to his feet and gets into the
UTCV (Urban Terrorist Control Vehicle) ---
MEL
Hurry!
MICHAEL
Soon as my buddy comes down to earth.
As K.I.T.T. settles to the ground, we go to:
EXT. ARMORCLAD CARRIAGE WORKS - DAY
K.I.T.T. explodes out of the opening he blasted through
earlier, and we hear ---
MICHAEL'S VOICE
Let 'er rip, good buddy. Give me
all the pursuit power you've got.
K.I.T.T. pauses a beat, then explodes into turbo mode.
INSIDE K.I.T.T. - MICHAEL
is snapped back against his seat by the acceleration.
THE UTCV (URBAN TERRORIST CONTROL VEHICLE)
rumbles away from the complex at high speed. Hanson is at
the controls. He swings around, blocking K.I.T.T.'s way,
and we:
RESUME INSIDE K.I.T.T.
and intercut as necessary throughout as K.I.T.T. barrels at
the UTCV.
K.I.T.T.
What are we going to do, Michael?
MICHAEL
We're going to accelerate, turbo
boost over him and attack from the
rear. Ready, pal?
K.I.T.T.
All systems go, Michael.
Michael tromps on the accelerator ---
K.I.T.T.'S SPEEDOMETER
the digital readout climbs over the two fifty mark, and we:
RESUME THE SCENE
as K.I.T.T. accelerates at the UTCV that straddles the
center of the road. In the command turret of the UTCV,
Hanson presses some buttons on a console. The turret that
houses the water cannon comes to life and zeroes in on
K.I.T.T., as we hear ---
MICHAEL'S VOICE
Prepare to turbo boost, pal.
ON THE WATER CANNON
as a powerful jet of water blasts out of the nozzle at:
MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW - K.I.T.T.'S WINDSHIELD
as the water smacks into it. The wipers spring to action,
but are ineffective against the deluge.
K.I.T.T.
My sensors are indicating zero
visibility, Michael.
MICHAEL
So are mine, pal. For openers, what
do you say we abort this maneuver?
Michael disengages turbo boost; whips the steering wheel
hard and slams on the brakes. K.I.T.T. starts to spin into
a one-eighty, and we are:
ON THE COMMAND TURRET OF THE UTCV - HANSON
is enjoying this immensely. He presses some buttons on the
console, activating a series of jets beneath the leading
edge of the UTCV that spray the road with the Teflon-based
oil.
RESUME THE SCENE
as K.I.T.T. spins out of the one-eighty.
MICHAEL
Okay, pal, let's accelerate out of
here and regroup.
Michael tromps on the accelerator. Instead of rocketing
away, K.I.T.T. hits the oil and spins into a continuous
three-sixty. As K.I.T.T. pinwheels out of control across
the road ---
MICHAEL
I can't pull us out of this, Kitt!
What's going on?!
K.I.T.T.
My preliminary analysis indicates a
zero friction substance, most likely
a Teflon derivative, is coating the
road surface, Michael.
MICHAEL
Great --
(reacts O.S.)
Oh-oh. We're going in, pal! Assume
the crash positi ---
Michael's words are cut short as K.I.T.T. spins onto the
shoulder and slams into a roadside knoll, and we are:
ON THE UTCV MACHINE GUNS
as the tandem-mounted fifties come to life, firing rapid
bursts, and we are:
INSIDE K.I.T.T. - MICHAEL
reacts as the rounds ricochet off K.I.T.T.'s windshield
without leaving a scratch. He turns the steering wheel and
begins to maneuver K.I.T.T. away from the knoll, across the
shoulder and back onto road ---
K.I.T.T.
Why don't we micro-lock his brakes,
Michael, and ---
Michael interrupts and punches some buttons on his console
during ---
MICHAEL
Because he'll start firing missiles
if he can't pursue us. We have to
neutralize them first.
INTERCUT - K.I.T.T.'S MONITOR
as a complex three-dimensional schematic of a missile
guidance system rotates on axis. A warning indicator
flashes GUIDANCE SYSTEM PROTECTED.
MICHAEL
Does that mean, what I think it
means, Kitt?
K.I.T.T.
Not quite, Michael. But it does
mean it will take considerably
longer to reprogram the guidance
coordinates than last time.
Michael glances to the digital clock. It reads -- 2:52.
MICHAEL
Forget it, Kitt. There isn't enough
time.
Michael whips the steering wheel and heads back toward the
UTCV.
K.I.T.T.
Do you have a plan, Michael?
MICHAEL
Sure do.
RESUME THE SCENE
as Michael steers K.I.T.T. down the road and cuts at an
angle past the UTCV. Hanson wheels around and pursues at
high speed, and we go to:
ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING RAVINE
A sharp drop off bordered by parallel sections of the
roadway where it switches back on itself. As K.I.T.T.
accelerates and angles off the road toward the ravine and
Hanson continues his pursuit in the UTCV, we hear ---
MICHAEL
Kitt, I want a smoke screen and
turbo boost in that order. You with
me?
K.I.T.T.
You're the one who has the option to
eject, Michael.
MICHAEL
Okay -- Now!
Michael hits some buttons. Smoke blasts out of the jets
beneath K.I.T.T.'s rear bumper, billowing into a huge
cloud. The UTCV ploughs into the dense smoke, almost
vanishing from view.
K.I.T.T.
approaches the edge of the ravine at high speed; turbo
boosts and leaps into space.
IN THE UTCV - HANSON
is surrounded by the dense smoke. He waves at it with his
arms and keeps charging forward, finally emerging from the
smoke. His eyes widen with horror when he sees the edge of
the ravine dead ahead and moving up fast. It's too late to
take evasive action. As the UTCV pitches off the edge:
K.I.T.T.
completes the turbo boost leap across the ravine and lands
on the roadway on the opposite side. As K.I.T.T.
accelerates down the road, Michael looks back to see:
THE UTCV
as it tumbles into the ravine, rolls and bounces when it
hits bottom and ends up on its back like a helpless turtle,
and we:
FADE OUT
END OF ACT FOUR
TAG
FADE IN
EXT. ARMORCLAD COURTYARD - DAY
An outdoor celebration is in progress amidst a collection
of Armorclad manufactured vehicles -- the limousine, the
Urban Terrorist Control Vehicle, etc., and K.I.T.T.
Michael, Mel, Kagan, Deskey, Bresloff and the other
employees take part. Kleiser, Corelle and the group of
buyers shaking the new owners' hands on a deal. Mel
smashes a bottle of champagne over the UTCV ---
MICHAEL
I'd say this puppy got all the test
driving she'll ever need -- passed
with flying colors, too.
K.I.T.T.
Almost. Excuse me, but I believe we
did the flying, Michael.
MICHAEL
Sure did. Like I said, Kitt, I'll
take your turbo boost over ---
LONDELL
Nope, I'll take it.
Londell appears and drops a bulging money bag on K.I.T.T.'s
hood.
LONDELL
A week's gate from my Auto Circus in
there. Call it a down payment and
lay the sticker price on me.
MEL
I think he means business, Michael.
LONDELL
Sure do. Now that I got you face to
face, and off that intercom, us two
pedal stompers are gonna make a
sweet deal for this 'lil ole puppy.
MICHAEL
(considers)
Just how much sugar's in that bag?
K.I.T.T.
Pardon me, Michael, but do I detect
symptoms of entrepreneurial intent?
MICHAEL
Well, good buddy, I guess some of
that curiosity about your worth on
the open market has rubbed off.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, I distinctly recall only
yesterday you were virtually unable
to establish my worth as other than
-- priceless. Which in popular
lexicon means: A) The coveted
item has a value beyond estimation;
B) no offer tendered will be
sufficient to acquire it; C) the
puppy in question is not for sale;
D) all of the above.
LONDELL
Whew. Where I come from that many
words usually means I'm priced out
of the market.
Londell and K.I.T.T. are on hold as Michael muses for a
long beat.
MICHAEL
It's a tough call, but the bottom
line is -- you're outta there.
LONDELL
Gonna have to find some place else
to spend my money, huh?
K.I.T.T.
If I may, Lonnie, I'd like to suggest
you don't have very far to look.
MEL
I was just about to make the same
suggestion. I'm sure the new owners
of Armorclad could cook up something
to fit your performance and price
specifications.
Kagan, Deskey, Bresloff, et al, ad-lib their agreement. As
they collect around Londell and get down to business ---
K.I.T.T.
You know, Michael, I think I have
just realized, the most meaningful
estimate of one's worth is how one
feels about one's self.
MICHAEL
Like I said, pal, you're priceless.
Michael smiles, we hold a beat and then we:
FADE OUT
THE END
