ACT ONE
FADE IN
OMITTED
EXT. CAMP ENGLEHART - MUNITIONS COMPOUND - NIGHT
surrounded by fencing. A single light casts long shadows
across the expanse of concrete and catwalks.
Two bull-necked sentries pass by on their rounds. They are
Corporals Mank and Cotler. We hold on this area after they
pass.
Col. Earnest T. Ladd, a handsome officer in his late
fifties, slips around the corner...enters the main building.
OMITTED
INT. BUILDING - NIGHT
It's a long cavernous tunnel. Ladd moves cautiously down
it, reaches the first turn in the tunnel. Ladd looks around.
There are boxes and crates everywhere. He moves forward...
draws back as Sergeant Ray Perkins, lean, mean, in his
thirties...passes by close to the camera.
Perkins goes around a corner to an area illuminated by an
overhead light. Ladd -- and we -- can't see what he's
doing, but it makes a fair amount of noise.
Ladd moves ahead cautiously...stops as his hand bumps into
something. He turns on a small flashlight.
INT. BUILDING - LADD'S POINT OF VIEW
He has bumped into an open can of blue paint. Brushes and
other paint cans are evident.
BACK TO SCENE
Ladd shines the light on his hand, which has blue paint on it.
LADD
(whispering)
Oh, no. My God, no!
He wipes the paint on his pants, then hurries to the window.
He slips out of the building.
OMITTED
BY FENCE
Ladd sticks the flashlight in his pocket, starts over the
fence. Halfway up, the flashlight drops to the ground.
THE FLASHLIGHT
falls on a metal drum. In the still of the night, the clang
is loud...and dangerous.
THE SENTRIES
Turn at the sound. One hits an alarm button, then they rush
off.
INT. BUILDING
Sergeant Perkins is wiping blue paint off his hands when the
alarm goes off. He tosses the rag aside, runs out.
EXT. MUNITIONS COMPOUND
Ladd jumps into a Jeep, roars off into the night. A moment
later, Cotler and Mank pull up in another Jeep. Perkins runs
out of the building.
PERKINS
He was inside! Did you see who it
was?
PERKINS
(shaking
his head)
Does it matter? We gotta stop him.
Perkins junps into the Jeep. They roar off.
EXT. MILITARY BASE - NIGHT
as the three soldiers chase their superior officer. Ladd
drives desperately, but cooly. From time to time, he looks
down at his blue-stained hands.
In the other Jeep, Mank drives while Perkins takes Cotler's
M-16, aims it. He begins firing on automatic.
INT. LADD'S JEEP
Ladd ducks as bullets whizz by over his head. He swerves
all over the road. The other Jeep comes closer...closer....
CUT TO
OMITTED
A BUSY FOUR-LANE HIGHWAY - DAY
stretching into the desert. The highway is crowded with
travellers and truckers. From o.s., we hear:
MICHAEL'S VOICE
Okay...okay...whoa! A close one!
K.I.T.T.'S VOICE
Michael, slow down! You're going to
crash!
MICHAEL'S VOICE
I can handle it, Kitt!
K.I.T.T.'S VOICE
But you're approaching a dangerous
curve...your chance of survival is
less than .04 percent!
MICHAEL'S VOICE
Will you stop with the odds? I'm
okay...I'm....
Suddenly we hear the sounds of skidding tires, screeching
brakes.
CLOSE ON MONITOR SCREEN IN THE KNIGHT 2000
A simulated car crashes on the screen, with accompanying
sounds of destruction. Then the screen reads, "SORRY -
YOU'RE DEAD!" and a miniature cross springs up where the car
used to be.
As we pull back, we see that Michael isn't driving...K.I.T.T.
is (red scanner and all). Michael has an Atari-type control
hooked up to the monitor. It's one of the "Auto Race" games.
K.I.T.T.
Sorry, Michael. That makes it
forty-two to three...my favor.
Michael tosses the control aside, leans back in his seat,
arms behind his head.
MICHAEL
Yeah, well, these computer things
are all a waste of time.
K.I.T.T.
Ahem.
MICHAEL
Oh...present company excluded, of
course.
Michael looks out the window at ---
OMITTED
MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW
At the side of the highway is a broken down compact car.
Inside is a very pretty woman of about twenty-five, dressed
in Army uniform. She is trying to turn over the engine,
but only gets a grinding noise.
INT. KNIGHT 2000
As it passes the car, Michael reaches under the dash, hits
a control.
MICHAEL
Go to manual, Kitt. We're stopping.
K.I.T.T.
Really? Why? Is there a young lady
in the vicinity?
MICHAEL
(suspicious)
How'd you know that? Your perimeter
scanners weren't on.
K.I.T.T.
Really, Michael. You're so pre-
dictable.
BY DISABLED CAR
The Knight 2000 pulls to a stop and Michael climbs out.
Robin looks up from the car. On closer inspection, she is
even prettier, though irritated.
MICHAEL
Hi. Need a little help, Lieutenant?
ROBIN
No.
(beat)
I need a lot of help.
Michael grins, extends a hand.
MICHAEL
Michael Knight.
ROBIN
I'm Robin Ladd.
MICHAEL
What's the problem?
ROBIN
It won't go.
MICHAEL
You don't have to get technical....
Michael opens the hood. Billows of smoke pour out.
MICHAEL
(after a
moment)
You're right...It won't go.
He steps back until the smoke clears, peers inside.
MICHAEL
You got a bad hose...It's totally
shot. Where are you headed?
ROBIN
The Englehart Army Base.
MICHAEL
I'm going right past it. Put your
gear in my car.
ROBIN
Thank you!
Robin goes to the trunk of her car, gets luggage. Michael
goes to Kitt, gets in.
INT. K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
Kitt, it's our day to join the
Traveler's Aid. We're going to give
the lady a lift.
K.I.T.T.
What about her vehicle?
MICHAEL
We'll have to tow it in.
He starts to get back out. Before he can:
K.I.T.T.
What do you mean, 'we'?
Michael shuts the door quickly. Robin looks up only for a
second.
K.I.T.T.
Did I hear wrong, or did you say
'tow?'
MICHAEL
Sure, tow. You know, we connect her
car onto....
K.I.T.T.
Me? Michael, I was not designed to
be a...tow truck. I have numerous
complex systems which could be
adversely affected.
MICHAEL
Oh, come on, Kitt. You're built
like a brick...garage.
He gets out of the car to help Robin with her bags.
K.I.T.T.
Michael!
OMITTED
EXT. CAR RENTAL AGENCY - DAY
as an attendant disconnects Robin's car from K.I.T.T. Robin
signs a form, then gets into K.I.T.T. with Michael. They
drive away.
INT. KNIGHT 2000 - DAY
Michael and Robin have become very relaxed with each other.
ROBIN
What brings you to our neck of the
desert?
MICHAEL
Oh, work.
ROBIN
What kind of work?
MICHAEL
Something like...insurance.
(changing
the subject)
Have you been away for a long time?
ROBIN
Two years...in Germany. It's funny
...when I was just an Army brat
in the post school, Englehart was my
home...this time it's my assignment.
MICHAEL
Army brat, huh? Was Mom an officer,
too?
ROBIN
(smiling)
No, Dad...and he's still there. He
thinks I'm coming in next week. But
I want to walk into his office and
say...
(deep voice)
'Colonel Ladd, sir? -- I'm reporting
for duty!' I hope he doesn't mind.
MICHAEL
He won't.
(on her look)
If they had officers like you when I
was in uniform, I never would've
left.
She smiles.
EXT. ENGLEHART WEAPONS TEST CENTER - DAY
A sign at the main gate of the post reads "UNITED STATES
ARMY - ENGLEHART WEAPONS TEST CENTER." Like many of the
larger Army posts it is "open", and Michael can drive
right on. He parks near ---
EXT. HEADQUARTERS BUILDING
An impressive, red-bricked building. Robin practically skips
up the walk in anticipation. Michael hurries to stay abreast
of her.
ROBIN
Look at this place -- why does home
always look...smaller?
MICHAEL
Maybe 'cause our memories are so big?
OMITTED
EXT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE COLONEL LADD'S OFFICE - DAY
Robin starts to say something to Michael, but he just smiles,
steps back -- allowing her to enter alone.
INT. COLONEL LADD'S OFFICE - DAY
Robin enters with a big smile.
ROBIN
(deep voice)
Colonel Ladd?
When Major Doug Sanderson, a rugged-looking man in his early
fifties, looks up from the desk, he is no less surprised
than Robin.
ROBIN
I'm sorry, sir...I thought this was
Colonel Ladd's office.
Sanderson gets up from the desk quickly.
SANDERSON
It is. You must be Lieutenant Ladd.
I'm Major Sanderson, General Duncton's
adjutant.
ROBIN
Pleased to meet you, Major. Can
you tell me where I can find my
father?
Sanderson looks extremely ill-at-ease. Hearing the discus-
sion, Michael comes into the room behind Robin.
SANDERSON
(rising)
I think you should talk to General
Duncton. This way...please.
CORRIDOR - DAY
Sanderson leads them along, several paces ahead.
MICHAEL
(to Robin)
Problems?
ROBIN
(unsure)
Oh, you know the Army...hurry up and
wait.
They enter ---
INT. GENERAL DUNCTON'S OFFICE - DAY
Behind the desk is General Frederick Duncton, a distinguished-
looking man in his sixties.
SANDERSON
Excuse me, General, but....
Before Sanderson can finish, Duncton rises, crosses quickly to
Robin, greets her warmly.
DUNCTON
Robin Ladd! As I live and breathe --
look at you...you're a poster for
the modern Army!
ROBIN
(smiling)
It's good to see you, too...oh, I'm
sorry -- this is Michael Knight --
Michael, this is General Duncton...
he's practically an uncle.
MICHAEL
(shaking hands)
Hello, sir.
DUNCTON
Pleased to meet you, young man.
Hope you can handle this little
tomboy....
MICHAEL
Ah...we're really not....
ROBIN
General what's going on? Where's my
father? Is he on leave or ---
Duncton turns, looks at Sanderson.
DUNCTON
Sanderson, didn't you tell her?
SANDERSON
No, sir. I thought you would...uh
...rather....
Duncton looks darkly at Sanderson...if looks could bust you
three ranks...Sanderson wilts. Duncton turns to Robin,
pained.
DUNCTON
Then...you don't know...?
ROBIN
Know what?
DUNCTON
Robin, my dear -- I'm afraid there's
been an accident.
Robin tenses.
DUNCTON
I'm sorry. His Jeep went into Buena
Vista Gorge out in the desert. He
probably blacked out before...he,
uh...felt anything....
Robin sways. Michael steps over quickly, helps support her.
ROBIN
Oh, no...Daddy...oh, no....
As Michael's arms go around her helplessly, we:
CUT TO
OMITTED
INT. MILITARY CHAPEL - DAY
Camera pulls back from two honor guards to reveal a full
house of uniforms and a few civilians. Michael is alongside
Robin. Michael wears a well-worn sport jacket, jeans, tie
hastily knotted over a casual shirt. Robin is in dress
uniform, her face tight, controlled. Sanderson is nearby
with others we have (or will) meet. At the podium, General
Duncton is in mid-eulogy.
DUNCTON
...so there we were...Earnest Ladd
and I...two old war horses toasting
each other on our latest promotions.
Suddenly he tells me, 'Fred, you're
not really gonna bust those two
trainees, are you?' And I say,
'Ernie, we caught them in the CO's
residence having a party with some
nurses...what do you expect me to
do?' And he looks at me and says,
'I expect you to remember that you
and I did the same thing in
Eisenhower's office!'
MOURNERS - INTERCUT THROUGHOUT
Some smiles break through the solemnity in the room.
Michael restrains his amusement until he sees that Robin,
too, smiles at the anecdote.
DUNCTON
(after a
moment)
That was Ernie, to a 'T'...anytime
you'd swell up like a pompous
balloon, well, there he'd be...with
a stick pin...I don't know what
they'd say at the war college, and I
don't care....
ON SERGEANT PERKINS
Also in the crowd, his face appropriately solemn.
DUNCTON'S VOICE
But to me, Earnest Ladd was the
ideal soldier...a man of war who
loved peace most of all....
BACK TO SCENE
DUNCTON
When you asked him about the chestful
of medals he earned on the frozen
fields of Korea, he'd change the
subject...and then he'd talk for
hours about supervising rescue
flights to the Mississippi flood
plain...or working on the Orphan Air
Lift in Vietnam. His family and
friends will mourn him, his comrades
and his troops will miss him...and
we will all remember him.
Affected, Duncton steps from the podium. Robin reaches
over, takes Michael's hand.
CUT TO
EXT. CHAPEL - DAY
as the mourners come out. As soon as sunlight hits his
face, Michael removes his necktie. He moves a discreet
distance away as Duncton embraces Robin paternally. Then he
walks alongside her.
MICHAEL
Is there anything I can do for you?
ROBIN
(tense)
Thank you, but I'm fine.
The clipped reaction silences him for a moment. He tries
again.
MICHAEL
Your father sounded like a fine
officer...a fine man.
ROBIN
He was.
MICHAEL
What are your plans now? Are you
going to stay, or....
ROBIN
This is my new post. Of course,
I'll stay. I have a job to do.
They pass by Sanderson, who is in animated discussion with
some other officers.
SANDERSON
No, no, nobody said he was drinking
...he just lost control of the wheel,
I guess...maybe his reflexes weren't
what they used to be, or ---
Sanderson breaks off, embarrassed, as Robin and Michael pass
by. Robin glares as Sanderson moves off. Robin stops
walking, faces Michael.
ROBIN
Look, maybe there is something you
can do. Didn't you say you were in
insurance?
MICHAEL
Something like that.
ROBIN
Then answer this: Could a healthy
sober man lose control of a vehicle
he drove every day, on a road he
drove every day?
MICHAEL
I don't know.
(beat)
Why don't we find out?
ROBIN
Terrific! Meet me in thirty minutes
outside the BOQ. That's 1600 hours,
got it?
MICHAEL
Yes, ma'am.
ROBIN
(embarrassed)
Uh...sorry. You can take the girl
out of West Point...but....
She shrugs, apologetic. Michael moves away.
MICHAEL
I'll be there. But no demerits if
I'm late, okay?
She smiles, turns away.
INT. K.I.T.T. - STREET NEAR POST - DAY
Michael gets in, tosses his sport jacket in back. He pushes
a button and....
MICHAEL
Hey, what's wrong with this window?
K.I.T.T.
Michael, I'm afraid I have some
alarming news.
MICHAEL
I'm sitting down.
K.I.T.T.
I've checked my circuits and due to
that towing incident my Alpha circuit
is malfunctioning. That's all my
windows, the cigarette lighter --
and the infrared radar scrambler.
MICHAEL
Gee, I'm sorry...but I think we can
manage for a while without those.
K.I.T.T.
Michael...what if it was your Alpha
circuit?
MICHAEL
Okay, okay. You're still under war-
ranty. Call the home office.
OMITTED
EXT. ROAD ABOVE BUENA VISTA GORGE - HIGH ANGLE SHOT - DAY
The camera drops down as K.I.T.T. pulls up. Michael and
Robin get out, both in civvies. They walk on foot toward
the accident site.
MICHAEL
Robin...the Military Police already
checked this out...How do you know
we'll do any better?
ROBIN
I don't...but....
She turns, looks at him thoughtfully.
ROBIN
You seem...subtly efficient.
MICHAEL
Thank you...I think.
They look around at the terrain.
ROBIN
When Mom was alive, we'd come up
here for picnics every Sunday. Dad
always drove out here -- to relax.
He loved this desert. Some people
are mountain people. Some love the
ocean. Dad was a desert person.
(a pause)
When I was at West Point, he'd send
me things. I mean not like the
other cadets -- they got cookies
and cakes, stuff like that. I got
articles -- and books -- on 'Women In
Action'...Molly Pitcher...Queen Zenobia
...Golda Meir...even Belle Starr...!
He wanted me to be the first female
four-star general.
She turns to him, shaking.
ROBIN
...There's so much...I didn't get to
tell him.
She seems close to crying...something that didn't even happen
at the memorial service. Michael holds her protectively...
but the moment ends so quickly, it is almost nonexistent.
She shakes off his grasp, is all business again.
ROBIN
All right, how do you want to do
this?
Michael looks around, kneels. See scrape mark on a boulder
near the edge.
MICHAEL
This is obviously where the Jeep went
over.
(standing)
Let's try a dry run. Don't go away.
He runs back toward K.I.T.T.
WITH MICHAEL
A few yards from K.I.T.T., he stops as he sees something on
the ground. He bends, picks it up. It's a .223 casing...
brass from an M-16. Michael looks at it, suspicious, then
looks back at it ---
MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW - ROBIN
looking out at the terrain. She hasn't seen his discovery.
BACK TO SCENE
Michael gets into K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
Kitt, we may be on to something...
I just found a spent cartridge. I
wonder if....
K.I.T.T.
...it could be significant?
MICHAEL
Why not?
K.I.T.T.
Considering the fact that we are
inside a military base specializing
in the loading, testing and firing
of ammunition, ordinance and
artillery, I find it singularly
insignificant.
MICHAEL
Uh...right.
He starts the car.
WIDER SHOT - ROAD
Michael roars down the road.
ROBIN
reacting, stepping back instinctively (but not necessarily).
THE SCENE
Michael slams on the brakes...skids to a halt...on the
inside curve of the road, against the cliff. Robin catches
her breath as Michael gets out of the car.
ROBIN
(catching her
breath)
That was...very convincing.
MICHAEL
And productive.
(pointing)
You sure your father was traveling
in this direction?
ROBIN
Yes. Why?
MICHAEL
This turn is inside, towards the
cliff...not outside, towards the
drop. If you lost control here
coming from this direction, you'd
stop exactly where I did against the
hill. At worst, you'd wind up with
a busted radiator.
ROBIN
Then...what made him go off the
road?
A beat. Michael slowly opens his hand. As Robin looks at
the brass casing, we:
CUT TO
EXTERIOR - DAY - LIMBO - TIGHT ON COTLER
He's looking at something through binoculars. It doesn't
make him happy. He turns as Mank drives up, with Perkins in
a Jeep.
PERKINS
(getting out)
This better be important....
COTLER
See for yourself.
Perkins takes the binoculars, looks at ---
HIS POINT OF VIEW - ROBIN AND MICHAEL AT GORGE - BINOCULAR
MATTE
engaged in animated conversation. They turn, get into
K.I.T.T., drive away.
BACK TO SCENE
Perkins lowers the binoculars, concerned.
MANK
Whaddya think, Sarge?
PERKINS
I think it may be time for another
funeral.
OMITTED
FREEZE FRAME
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN
EXT. POST PARKING LOT - DAY
Army personnel pass by. Parked in the lot are various cars,
Army vehicles, a catering truck -- whose Vendor doles out
plastic-coated sandwiches and plastic-tasting coffee -- and
the Knight 2000.
INT. KNIGHT 2000
Robin and Michael are inside:
MICHAEL
...so...the whole time you were
overseas, he never said anything...
never wrote about unusual events back
at the base? Nothing like that?
ROBIN
No. If he did discover something,
it must have been recently. I can
check his quarters out.
MICHAEL
Good. I'll do the same with his
office.
He leans over, opens the door for her. She shrugs, walks
away. Michael looks at ---
HIS POINT OF VIEW - HEADQUARTERS BUILDING
Traffic goes in and out...all of it military.
BACK TO SCENE
MICHAEL
Kitt, we have to get in there.
K.I.T.T.
'We', Michael? I think I would
attract a great deal of attention
inside that building.
MICHAEL
Unfortunately, so would I...unless....
Michael stops. He's noticed the activity at the catering
truck behind him.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, I detect a certain tone in
your voice.
MICHAEL
Oh? What tone is that?
K.I.T.T.
The one where you're convinced you've
come up with a brilliant idea. The
next thing you know, you're doing
something foolhardy and I'm in my
surveillance mode.
MICHAEL
Kitt?
K.I.T.T.
Yes, Michael?
MICHAEL
Go into surveillance mode.
Michael gets out of the car. Some interesting lights blink
on.
OMITTED
BY CATERING TRUCK
When the crowd thins out, Michael approaches the vendor,
Sanj. Sanj has a rag wrapped around his hand as he futilely
tries to adjust the ---
SANJ
Ow! Lousy stinkin' thermostat ---
MICHAEL
Hi, can I have a candy bar?
Sanj nods wearily. He starts towards the boxes of candy.
MICHAEL
In fact, can I have all your candy bars?
Sanj turns back to see if this guy's crazy or what. Michael
pulls out his wallet full of Foundation money.
VENDOR
Listen, mac, I run a business
here....
MICHAEL
For an hour -- max.
VENDOR
(skeptical)
I gotta sell my sandwiches....
MICHAEL
I'll buy them, too.
VENDOR
And...and...my chips and pretzels.
Michael nods, counts out some money. Sanj's eyes light up.
MICHAEL
And, if anyone asks, I'm your nephew.
VENDOR
For another twenty dollars, I'll
adopt you.
FLIP TO
EXT. HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - DAY
Michael trots along, whistling. He's wearing a greasy apron,
McDonalds-type cap...carrying a tray of goodies. He
sidesteps a group of pretty lady soldiers...gives them the
once over...and walks right into two very large MP's.
MICHAEL
Oh, hi, guys.
(rummaging
in tray)
Looking for a snack?
MP
Where's Sanj?
MICHAEL
Sanj? Is that Indian?
MP
Nah, Sanj...The regular sandwich guy!
The 2nd MP is rummaging through Michael's tray...helps himself
to a candy bar.
MICHAEL
Oh, uh...he's on vacation...Sandwich
Islands. I'm covering for him.
MP #2
(mouth full)
Yeah. So where's your health card?
MICHAEL
...health card?
MP #2
You know. The one that shows you
vendors ain't got no diseases we
might catch.
MICHAEL
Oh, that health card. I left it at
home. But I'm the picture of
health. See?
He tries to go past them. They're a wall.
MP
(to MP #2)
Do you see that?
MP #2
I don't see that.
MP
Let's go give him a checkup.
And they grab him by the elbows and drag him away.
CUT TO
OMITTED
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
Michael sits at a desk, across from a friendly looking,
bear-like man, Major Hugh Rainey. The two big MP's stand
nearby.
RAINEY
What exactly were you doing, Mr. Knight?
MICHAEL
Just trying to make a buck. That's no
crime, is it Major?
RAINEY
No...but could you explain the cards
in your wallet?
MICHAEL
Cards?
RAINEY
(reads them)
'Michael Knight -- Speedy Repairman',
'Michael Knight -- Quick Carpet
Cleaner', 'M. Knight, Enterprises -
Swedish massage, While-U-Wait'.
MICHAEL
Major, times are rough. I've had to
do a lot of odd jobs -- just to make
ends meet. That's why I was so lucky
Uncle Sanj gave me this job.
RAINEY
Uncle Sanj? Even his family calls
him that?
MICHAEL
Sure. We're a tight-knit group.
Indian, you know.
Rainey looks at Michael, dubious.
RAINEY
That should be easy enough to check.
He goes out. Michael turns in the chair a bit nervously as
the two MP's approach. But all they do is help themselves
to more food. Michael smiles.
MICHAEL
Go ahead...anything for our boys in
uniform.
They retreat to the back of the room again, chomping.
Michael's eyes fall on....
MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW - FILE FOLDER ON RAINEY'S DESK
It's sideways to Michael, but he can read -- LADD,
EARNEST T., COLONEL -- ACCIDENT REPORT.
BACK TO SCENE
Michael can't believe his luck. He turns, looks at ---
THE TWO MP'S
sharing some M and M's.
MICHAEL
quickly slaps the file into his tray. As he finishes he
reacts to Rainey, who reenters.
RAINEY
All right, Mr. Knight. Your Uncle
Sanj verifies your story. Next time
you want to make a buck, get a health
card.
Michael smiles, relieved.
MICHAEL
Okay.
He reaches down into his basket. He hands Rainey a candy
bar.
MICHAEL
Candy bar -- on the house.
Rainey smiles, takes the bar.
OMITTED
EXT. POST STREET - DAY
Perkins watches as Michael comes out of the MP building.
When Michael is gone, Perkins walks briskly to the building.
Major Rainey is coming out.
PERKINS
Sir, see that vendor...What was he
here for?
RAINEY
Nothing, much. Why?
PERKINS
Uh, no reason, sir. I thought I
served with him in 'Nam.
Perkins turns, hurries away.
OMITTED
INT. MUNITIONS WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Cotler and Mank are playing cards. Perkins comes into the
shot on the double.
PERKINS
Cotler...Mank. I've got a job for you.
Lieutenant Ladd's civilian was snooping
around the post.
MANK
(pleased,
rising)
Guess it's time for that other
funeral.
OMITTED
EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Michael and Robin exit. Michael gingerly touches his
stomach.
MICHAEL
Well, that was certainly...food.
ROBIN
Not everyone likes junk.
MICHAEL
I do. This was just...beyond junk.
You ready to compare notes?
ROBIN
If one note counts, yes. I found my
father's weekly diary...but there's
nothing very exciting.
She hands him a pocket planner-type book. Michael leafs
through it.
MICHAEL
According to this, your father was
granted a leave over a week ago.
Yet, he came back to the post...Why?
They've reached K.I.T.T., Michael opens the door for her.
ROBIN
I don't know.
MICHAEL
Great.
OMITTED
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
Michael and Robin drive towards the base.
INT. K.I.T.T. - NIGHT - TRAVELING
ROBIN
Your turn.
MICHAEL
Right. Was your father a handyman-
type? You know, do it yourself and
all that?
ROBIN
No way. He had to call the
Quartermaster to change a lightbulb.
Why?
MICHAEL
I, uh...borrowed a file from the
Military Police. It said that your
father had blue paint on his hands.
ROBIN
Blue paint?
MICHAEL
Doesn't ring any bells?
ROBIN
No.
EXT. POST - NIGHT
Michael pulls up near the BOQ, parks. He and Robin get
out. Robin seems lost in thought as they walk along.
ROBIN
Michael...I've been thinking...I
know I started this...whole investi-
gation of ours...but we seem to be
running around in circles...we
haven't really found anything....
MICHAEL
There was that empty cartridge case
at the gorge....
ROBIN
(wryly)
On an Ordinance Testing Center, that's
not much.
MICHAEL
A friend of mine said the same thing
...what are you saying? You want to
call it quits?
They've reached the building. She looks at him guiltily.
ROBIN
You make it sound...like retreating
in front of the enemy. Michael, I
have my own life...my own career...my
father wouldn't want me to waste that
chasing down shadows. And you...you
have your insurance business to take
care of.
MICHAEL
Look...
(points to
her building)
You have your career waiting...I
have the General Patton Motel down
the road. Let's both sleep on it
...maybe inspiration will strike.
If not...we can throw in the towel
over breakfast. Okay?
ROBIN
(smiling)
Okay.
MICHAEL
Good night.
She goes inside. He crosses to K.I.T.T., drives off the
base.
EXT. POST - NIGHT
Michael drives out the gate, exits the shot. We hold, then
the camera pans to a secluded part of the road. Headlights
go on.
INT. PICKUP - NIGHT
Mank and Cotler are inside.
MANK
There he is.
COTLER
(correcting)
There he was.
Cotler takes an M-16 out of an oilcloth. They drive off
after Michael.
FREEZE FRAME
FADE OUT
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT - K.I.T.T.
drives by.
INT. K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
How about a little music, Kitt?
K.I.T.T.
Sorry. The Alpha circuit took out
the radio, too.
MICHAEL
You're never going to forgive me for
that, are you?
K.I.T.T.
Michael 'forgiving' implies an emo-
tional state and has no application
in my case.
(beat)
However, let's avoid a future occur-
rence, shall we?
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
suddenly the pickup truck zooms forward...comes alongside
K.I.T.T. Swerves into the other car.
INT. K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
Hey!
K.I.T.T.
Michael, you really must learn to
drive defensively.
OMITTED
EXT. ROAD
another hit.
INT. K.I.T.T.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, those people seem to be
very poor drivers.
The car shudders from another sideswipe.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, are we going to just sit
and take this?
MICHAEL
No.
LOW ANGLE SHOT - MICHAEL
He pops the clutch...throws the gearshift and...
EXT. ROAD
K.I.T.T. does an in-place 180 turn, heads back the other way.
INT. PICKUP
Mank and Cotler's heads swivel in surprise. Mank slams on
the brakes.
EXT. ROAD
The pickup makes a bootlegger's turn, roars in pursuit.
INT. K.I.T.T.
Michael pours it on...suddenly comes up behind a truck.
Oncoming traffic prevents him from passing. Michael honks
to no avail. Looks over his shoulder.
HIS POINT OF VIEW - PICKUP
getting very close. Cotler is leaning out with the rifle.
INT. K.I.T.T.
Michael sees the gun, reacts.
COTLER
cocks the weapon...aims....
LOW ANGLE SHOT - MICHAEL
clutch...gearshift...just like before....
EXT. ROAD
just like before...another 180...but this time...Michael
sideswipes the pickup, zooms past.
PICKUP FROM DRIVER'S SIDE
swerving all over the road, it skids into the bushes,
stops. Smoke pours from the radiator.
INSIDE PICKUP - CLOSE ON MANK
across the wheel, dazed. He looks at his partner...and his
mouth drops in surprise.
Camera adjust to show that Cotler has the passenger door in
his lap, bent to hell. The barrel of his M-16 is still
sticking through the window...twisted like a pretzel.
CUT TO
INT. DATA PROCESSING ROOM - ON BASE - DAY
Pullback from a whirring, printing computer. Robin is lean-
ing over it, checking items off on a clipboard. A female
Corporal, Webb, is with her. General Duncton leans over a
console, watching.
ROBIN
(to Webb)
Okay...now send the same data back
in the pipeline to Washington. We'll
pick up any glitches when we compare
copy.
CORPORAL WEBB
It's already done.
She exits. Duncton looks around at the blinking equipment.
DUNCTON
It's amazing how you handle this,
Robin. My generation still gets
nervous around adding machines.
ROBIN
Well...you have to be confident
around them. They can sense fear,
you know.
Duncton laughs.
DUNCTON
I see you haven't lost your old spark.
ROBIN
Thank you, sir. I see you haven't
lost your old devious charm.
DUNCTON
What...?
ROBIN
Begging your pardon, General...but
you didn't come out here to check on
the Pentagon Computer link. You
came to check on me.
DUNCTON
Now, why would I do that? It's
not...regulation.
ROBIN
Then I must be wrong.
DUNCTON
Like hell.
They laugh. Michael comes in in a rush.
MICHAEL
Robin, I have to talk to....
He stops, seeing Duncton, who immediately puts out his hand.
DUNCTON
Ah, Mr. Knight, isn't it?
Duncton looks from Michael to Robin knowingly.
DUNCTON
Now, what could keep a foot-loose
civilian like you in a boring place
like this?
Michael shrugs, "caught"...does his best to fill Duncton's
perception.
MICHAEL
The color scheme, General. I just
love olive drab.
Duncton laughs, slaps Michael on the back.
DUNCTON
Robin, remember...call me...for
anything.
ROBIN
Yes sir.
Duncton exits. Robin turns to Michael.
ROBIN
It's a little late for breakfast.
She crosses to another machine.
ROBIN
And where's your towel?
CLOSER SHOT
Michael turns her around, speaks in hushed tones.
MICHAEL
We're not throwing it in yet. Robin,
you were right all along.
Corporal Webb returns with some print-outs.
CORPORAL WEBB
We hit the jackpot, Lieutenant. It
came back clean as a whistle.
ROBIN
That's terrific, Rogers...
(eyeing Michael)
Uh...why don't you take a break now?
CORPORAL WEBB
Thank you, ma'am.
She leaves. Robin turns to Michael.
ROBIN
What are you saying?
MICHAEL
Your father didn't die in an
accident. Something's going on at
this base...something worth several
murders.
ROBIN
Well, why didn't you tell General
Duncton? He could ask the MP's to ---
MICHAEL
Robin, the MPs already wrote your
father off as an accident. I'm not
ready to trust anybody yet.
ROBIN
How do you know all this anyway?
MICHAEL
Partly a hunch...
(rubbing
his neck)
And partly whiplash. Listen, do you
have a map of the base?
OMITTED
INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - TIGHT ON A MAP
as Michael's finger stabs at it.
MICHAEL
Right...there...!
We widen, see he's with Robin in the car.
MICHAEL
Unless your father liked to climb
mountains in the moonlight, the only
place he could have been coming from
that night is this...C-11. What's
complex C-11?
Robin looks at the legend on the other side of the map.
ROBIN
C-11, C-11...Munitions.
She notices the thoughtful look on his face.
ROBIN
Michael, you can't go there.
MICHAEL
Of course not...it's still daytime.
Put that good-bye breakfast on hold.
He leans over, opens her door.
MICHAEL
By tomorrow morning a lot of things
can happen.
ROBIN
I was wrong. Your efficiency is
anything but subtle.
She waves, walks away.
K.I.T.T.
Michael.
MICHAEL
Yes, Kitt?
K.I.T.T.
The home office has arrived. They're
waiting two point four miles to the
Northwest.
MICHAEL
How nice of them.
He throws the car into gear, leaves the lot.
CUT TO
EXT. ROAD - DAY - STOCK
Michael drives K.I.T.T. into the shot...sees the Foundation
trailer...drives up the rear ramp.
INT. FOUNDATION SEMI - DAY
Michael gets out of the car, smiles at Bonnie and Devon.
MICHAEL
Hello, Bonnie...Devon.
DEVON
We came as soon as we got Kitt's
signal.
Bonnie wags a tool in Michael's face.
BONNIE
You know, I don't usually make house
calls.
(to K.I.T.T.
solicitious)
What's wrong with you?
K.I.T.T.
It's my Alpha circuit, Bonnie.
BONNIE
Alpha circuit?
(puzzled)
Kitt, the only way you could damage
that is to do something stupid
like...like...
(thinking)
...towing another car. Right?
K.I.T.T.
Bonnie...no comment.
Michael leans close to the car.
MICHAEL
(sotto)
Kitt, you're one in a million.
K.I.T.T.
I know.
DEVON
(patience
fading)
Michael...may I have a word with you?
MICHAEL
Sure.
Michael heads for Devon as Bonnie moves to enter K.I.T.T.
with a testing device. It's a tight squeeze.
BONNIE
Excuse me.
MICHAEL
Anytime.
Devon takes Michael by the elbow, leads him to the "office"
part of the semi.
DEVON
Michael, yesterday you were sent out
on assignment for the Foundation.
MICHAEL
I know, Devon...but....
DEVON
But what? You never arrived...you
never called...instead, you're out
doing...doing...
(beat)
What are you doing?
MICHAEL
If you'll let me get a word in...I'm
investigating something suspicious
at the Englehart Weapons Center.
DEVON
Really? I didn't know the Military
Police had been disbanded.
MICHAEL
Devon, I appreciate the problem...and
I'll get to it. By tomorrow morning,
I know I'll ---
DEVON
Michael, I cannot sanction you and
your wild goose chases!
Michael stands, earnest.
MICHAEL
Devon, last night someone tried to
kill me.
Pause.
DEVON
I have an alibi.
Michael crosses towards K.I.T.T. just as Bonnie exits the
car.
MICHAEL
Devon, believe me, this Army thing
is important. You have my word
it'll all work out, and....
BONNIE
(squeezing
past)
Excuse me.
MICHAEL
Uh...where was I?
DEVON
'This Army thing is important -- You
have my word, it'll all work out.'
CLOSE ON MICHAEL
He hops in the car.
MICHAEL
Thanks, Devon! I knew you'd see it
my way!
He hits the gas.
EXT. SEMI - DAY - STOCK
The car backs out, spins around...drives away.
INT. SEMI
Devon sighs. Bonnie hides a smile.
CUT TO
OMITTED
EXT. MUNITIONS AREA - NIGHT
K.I.T.T. pulls up, pakrs in the shadows a good distance from
the compound. Michael gets out, stealthily approaches the
building. (Note: All these shots should duplicate Colonel
Ladd's actions.) Michael suddenly ducks out of sight as
Cotler and Mank walk by on sentry duty. Both sport bandages.
COTLER
Whaddya mean, 'demolition derby?'
MANK
I'm telling you, he musta been in
some. I've seen them on TV. That's
the only way he could drive like
that....
They move on. Michaels slips into the main bunker.
INT. BUNKER
Michael moves along cautiously.
CUT TO
INT. DATA PROCESSING CENTER - NIGHT
Robin puts a computer tape up...runs it...panels blink.
OMITTED
MICHAEL
moves down the long tunnel.
OMITTED
MICHAEL
takes out a pocket flashlight...moves past crates of
shells....
ROBIN
punches away at a keyboard. The computer starts to print
out data for inventory.
OMITTED
MICHAEL
sees the crates and boxes marked "Practice Shells" and
"Armor-Piercing Shells". Then he moves to where the wall
chart is located. He looks up at the color code chart then
the flashlight stops on the open can of blue paint. Above
the paint are four shelves of shells, all painted blue. He
points the beam of light at the color code chart which
indicates various colors for artillery. He stops the
flashlight beam on ---
"BLUE - ARMOR PIERCING"
Michael takes out his keys and starts to scrape at one of
the blue shells. After a second, the blue chips away -- to
reveal yellow paint. He scrapes some more and sees more
yellow. He points the flashlight up to the chart which
reads:
"YELLOW - TACTICAL NUCLEAR WEAPONS"
As Michael reacts we:
CUT TO
ROBIN
looks at the now extensive print-out. Columns shift along-
side each other. Reads it. Her eyes widen.
ROBIN
Oh my God....
She rips the print-out from the machine. Folds it up. Exits
in a great hurry.
OMITTED
EXT. MUNITIONS COMPOUND - NIGHT
Michael slips out the way he came...gets in K.I.T.T...drives
away.
CUT TO
OMITTED
INT. HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - NIGHT
Robin comes in, hurries down the corridor. Turns into
Duncton's office.
ROBIN
General! I ---
She stops, seeing ---
INT. DUNCTON'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Sanderson is looking in one of the General's desk drawers.
SANDERSON
Can I help you, Lieutenant?
ROBIN
Where's General Duncton?
SANDERSON
He's off the post...
(eyeing her)
Is something wrong?
Robin thinks about it...approaches the desk.
ROBIN
Yes, sir. Something is very wrong.
She spreads the computer print-out across the desk. It
spills towards Sanderson's lap.
ROBIN
This is a print-out of the artillery
inventory. Look at this column
right here.
Sanderson hardly glances at it.
SANDERSON
Lieutenant...that's a classified
document.
Suddenly his hand rises from beneath the print-out...holding
a .45.
SANDERSON
You're under arrest.
Robin is stunned.
ROBIN
You...you knew all along....
Sanderson presses a buzzer on the desk.
SANDERSON
You're too much like your father,
Lieutenant. He didn't know when to
keep his eyes closed, either.
ROBIN
(quietly)
You killed him.
Perkins walks in the room...whistles under his breath when
he sees Robin. He and Sanderson exchange a cold, business-
like look.
SANDERSON
(to Robin)
You read the report -- my report.
He drove into the gorge. And now
his only daughter -- crazy with
grief -- went AWOL. Disappeared
without a trace...along with her
civilian friend.
PERKINS
(grimly)
When we find him.
SANDERSON
Of course, that part of the report
remains to be written. I'll try and
get to it next week.
(to Perkins)
Take care of her.
He tosses something from the desk to Perkins. It's an MP
armband.
SANDERSON
Be discreet.
CUT TO
EXT. HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - NIGHT
Perkins leads Robin towards the Jeep. She's in handcuffs.
He forces her into the passenger seat, drives off with her.
We pan them away...and hold on a lone figure who looks at
the Jeep as it passes. It's Corporal Webb, Robin's
assistant from the Data Processing Center. She reacts,
surprised.
EXT. FIELD - NIGHT
Perkins' Jeep bounces across a field toward the camera.
Perkins parks the Jeep in front of all things -- a tank. He
pulls Robin out of the car.
INT. TANK - NIGHT
Perkins opens the hatch -- and shoves Robin inside. She
can't keep her balance and she falls to the floor. Perkins
slams the hatch shut, pitching the interior into darkness.
EXT. TANK - NIGHT
Camera pulls back slowly, as the Jeep drives away. We see
now that the tank has a huge bull's-eye painted on the
side.
INTERCUT - ARTILLERY IMPLACEMENTS - NIGHT - STOCK
All around the tank -- in this valley which is the
Ordinance Test Range -- tanks, howitzers and other
artillery -- wait to be fired.
EXT. TANK
The pull back concludes on a sign reading "Ordinance
Testing Field - Danger."
FADE TO BLACK
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN
OMITTED
EXT. DATA PROCESSING CENTER
Michael roars up in K.I.T.T., parks. He runs inside.
INT. DATA PROCESSING CENTER
He runs inside, sees Corporal Webb.
MICHAEL
Where's Lieutenant Ladd?
CORPORAL WEBB
I'm afraid I've got some bad news
for you.
MICHAEL
What?
CORPORAL WEBB
Sergeant Perkins arrested her last
night. Drove her away in an MP Jeep.
Michael spins, runs out.
CUT TO
EXT. POST - DAY
Michael parks K.I.T.T. as he sees Rainey crossing the post.
He runs up to him, grabs him.
MICHAEL
Major Rainey! Why was Robin Ladd
arrested?
RAINEY
Well, well, the sandwich man....
MICHAEL
Lieutenant, it's important! Why?
RAINEY
I don't know what you're talking
about. Lieutenant Ladd hasn't been
arrested.
MICHAEL
But -- Sergeant Perkins picked her
up in an MP vehicle.
RAINEY
Perkins? Perkins isn't in the
Military Police...he's in munitions.
MICHAEL
(realizing)
Munitions!
Michael tears away from Rainey, zooms off in K.I.T.T.
KNIGHT 2000
The car takes off like a shot...90 M.P.H...120 M.P.H...150
M.P.H...across the desert roads....
EXT. MUNITIONS - DAY
Sanderson is supervising Perkins, Mank and Cotler. The two
privates carry the blue shells from the munitions building
to a truck.
From o.s., we hear the sounds of artillery fire.
SANDERSON
Get a move on and get the last batch.
That plane with our customers lands
at 0-10-hundred hours.
They look up when they hear an approaching vehicle....
THE KNIGHT 2000
as it tears like a glider across the desert.
MUNITIONS COMPOUND
As Michael screeches into sight, the four criminals see him,
run in several directions.
MICHAEL
jumps out of K.I.T.T., points to Mank and Cotler.
MICHAEL
Kitt...stop those two!
The car roars off on its own. Michael races after Sanderson.
MANK AND COTLER
running together, they realize they're heading for a dead
end. They turn -- panic as they see ---
THEIR POINT OF VIEW - K.I.T.T.
roaring towards them and ---
THE SCENE
stopping on a dime -- the dime in Mank's pocket. Both men
are pinned to the wall with barely enough room to breathe.
MANK
D...did he talk to that car?
COTLER
(nods, awe)
And...it listened...!
MICHAEL
runs into shot. He sees Sanderson run towards the door of
the main building. Michael starts to follow -- and gets
bumped from behind by Perkins. They roll over together...
get to their feet a split second apart.
Both men are big, clever. It's half a fight, half a fencing
match. Finally Michael sees his opening...the Sergeant goes
to early retirement. Wiping a speck of blood from his mouth,
Michael heads for the main building.
INT. MUNITIONS BUILDING - DAY - ON SANDERSON
running desperately, Sanderson's shoes slip on the slick
concrete as he comes to the end of the long tunnel. He
turns, hearing ---
HIS POINT OF VIEW - LONG SHOT - MICHAEL
as he comes in the main door...far, far away from Sanderson.
BACK TO SCENE
Desperate, Sanderson turns...sees that he's near a door
marked "SMALL ARMS." Sanderson opens it....
INTERCUT - MICHAEL
seeing this, running forward.
INTERCUT WITH MICHAEL - SANDERSON
in a panic as Michael's rapid footsteps approach. Behind
the door is a locked gun rack full of M-16s. Sanderson
takes out a keychain...fumbles for the right key...unlocks
the rack...drags out an M-16...grabs a clip from an open
box...slams it home...and turns to aim -- just as Michael
barrels into him at full speed! The weapon goes flying...
Sanderson sags, his energy and backbone leaving together.
Michael holds him by his lapels.
MICHAEL
Where's Robin Ladd?
SANDERSON
I don't know!
In the b.g., we hear the gunfire of artillery coming from
the ordinance area.
SANDERSON
You're going to be in big trouble,
Knight. Accosting Army personnel,
destroying government property....
MICHAEL
Oh, really?
Michael looks around. Near the turn in the tunnel is
another box of the pseudo-blue shells. Michael drags
Sanderson towards them. Conveniently, they are near the
chart Michael saw during his nighttime visit.
MICHAEL
Those shells are blue. Then according
to the chart, they must be armor-
piercing shells.
Sanderson is starting to get nervous. With a free hand,
Michael grabs the shell.
MICHAEL
But...suppose somebody was repainting
these shells...it's an awful, thought,
I know....
Michael breaks the lead seal on the cap. Starts to slowly
unscrew it. Sanderson's eyes widen.
MICHAEL
But, just suppose...why, then this
might be a tactical nuclear weapon...
a weapon that somebody planned to
sell to, oh, some nasty people
somewhere....
Michael's tone is losing it's pleasant edge. Sanderson
stares at the turning cap. The sound of the metal threads
seems amazingly loud.
MICHAEL
But, if that's the case, Major,
don't worry...there won't be an
explosion...just enough radiation to
last quite a few half-lifes...And
you know the saying...one nuclear
bomb can ruin your whole day.
SANDERSON
(a shout)
Stop!!
Michael pushes the shell towards the Major.
MICHAEL
Where is she?
SANDERSON
She's...at ground zero....
MICHAEL
What the hell are you talking about?
SANDERSON
The test range. She's locked inside
a target vehicle.
When this sinks in, Michael drags Sanderson to the small
arms room, locks him in. Then Michael grabs the dropped
M-16, runs out of the shot.
OMITTED
EXT. MUNITIONS COMPOUND - TIGHT ON MANK AND COTLER
still sweating it out against the wall. Camera widens to
reveal Michael, leading a groggy Perkins at gunpoint.
MICHAEL
Move, Kitt.
The car backs away. Michael gestures with the gun barrel at
Mank and Cotler.
MICHAEL
In there.
He pushes them through the door of the main bunker, locks it,
(or barricades it with the M-16, if possible). Runs toward
K.I.T.T.
CUT TO
GUN CREWS - DAY
firing away.
TARGET ZONE - DAY
As shells explode, leaving gaping craters....
A TARGET VEHICLE
vanishing in a burst of steel and dust.
ROBIN
inside her prison on wheels, covering her ears as the
explosions rock the vehicle.
EXT. ENTRANCE TO TEST RANGE
A barricade looks at the sign reading: "MUNITIONS TEST
RANGE - DANGER - NO ADMITTANCE:
But Michael revs up the Knight 2000 -- smashes through the
barricade.
INT. KNIGHT 2000
O.S. the guns are much louder. When the car comes over a
rise, we can see clouds of smoke and explosions.
MICHAEL
Kitt, can you get the Army frequency?
K.I.T.T.
Certainly. The Pentagon?
MICHAEL
Duncton. Get Duncton.
INTERCUT - COMMAND POST - DAY
Duncton is handed the phone by an Aide.
DUNCTON
Yes, Mr. Knight...You're where?!
INTERCUT - MICHAEL
MICHAEL
Halfway across your target zone.
DUNCTON
Are you out of your mind? You'll be
killed if you ---
MICHAEL
(breaking in)
General, listen! I have proof that
a group of men on the post tried to
steal tactical nuclear weapons.
Sanderson was the ringleader.
DUNCTON
Are you positive of that?!
MICHAEL
Yes, sir. Sanderson locked Robin
Ladd up at Ground Zero. I'm going
to get her out. Can you stop the
tests?
DUNCTON
Stop the tests? Of course, imme-
diately! You're a brave man,
Mr. Knight!
Duncton hangs up. Whirls towards a table, grabs a PA mike.
DUNCTON
(into mike)
Attention all personnel. This is
General Duncton. Your attention,
please.
EXT. ARTILLERY TEST RANGE - VARIOUS SHOTS
of gun crews, observers, etc...all looking up, listening to
Duncton's voice from ---
PA SPEAKERS
DUNCTON'S VOICE
There is a black unmarked car
approaching ground zero...repeat, a
black unmarked car....
EXT. COMMAND POST
The camera tightens on Duncton.
DUNCTON
This vehicle is a remote controlled
drone. It is part of today's
tests. The gun crew that blows it
off the map will get a three day
pass!
TEST CENTER PERSONNEL
reacting, pleased...looking forward to that pass!
CUT TO
KNIGHT 2000
as it heads down into the target zone...towards ground zero.
ON ARTILLERY HOWITZERS - STOCK
as they shoot rounds of ammo.
THE KNIGHT 2000
The ammo bursts all around the car.
MICHAEL
Hey! They're still shooting at us!
K.I.T.T.
Thank you, Michael, but I noticed
that myself.
MICHAEL
(realizing)
Kitt...I don't think I should have
called our 'buddy' General Duncton....
Michael swerves to avoid a bomb crater. Explosions are
coming closer to the car.
MICHAEL
Kitt, can you take a direct hit?
Just then, a near hit rattles the car.
K.I.T.T.
I don't think we want to find out.
OMITTED
KNIGHT 2000
as it bears to the right, then the left, then zooms out of
range. It is successfully avoiding the tank's fire.
SANJ'S TRUCK - LIMBO
parked on a road. The sounds of explosions tells us it's
near the test center. A Soldier is looking over Sanj's
wares like a comparison shopper. Again, Sanj is fiddling
with the thermostat.
SANJ
C'mon, make up your mind. I gotta
get to the PX for their lunch break.
(burning
fingers again)
Lousy stinkin' thermostat....
Another Soldier enters the shot, calls to the first.
SOLDIER #2
Hey, Lupo! We gotta go to Munitions
on the double. We're running out of
armor-piercing shells.
The Soldiers exit. Sanj gets in the truck, drives down the
road.
OMITTED
EXT. TARGET ZONE - DAY
The K.I.T.T. continues to swerve and dodge fire.
INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - TRAVELING
Michael is looking out the windows.
MICHAEL
He said a 'target vehicle'...It has
to be a tank...they couldn't lock
her inside anything else.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, I'm scanning a tank...
350 meters over that ridge.
MICHAEL
Let's hit it!
An explosion rattles the car.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, could you use another
word besides 'hit?'
A TARGET VEHICLE
explodes as K.I.T.T. zooms past.
ROBIN'S TANK
A near hit shoots up a column of dirt.
INT. TANK - ON ROBIN
falling over from the shock of the near-miss.
LONG SHOT - K.I.T.T. - BINOCULAR MATTE
dodging, weaving...surviving.
DUNCTON - AT COMMAND POST
He lowers the binoculars, turns to his staff.
DUNCTON
That drone is tougher than we
thought...ready the heat-seeking
missiles!
The men rush to comply.
MUNITIONS BUNKER AREA - SOLDIER #2 AND FRIEND
They pull into munitions, look around for a bit...until
Soldier #2 sees the truck of blue shells.
SOLDIER
(pleased)
Hey, look. Armor-piercing. All
ready to go.
They start to load some of the shells into their truck.
INT. BUNKER - DAY
Perkins, Mank and Cotler are screaming and banging on the
heavy metal fire door.
EXT. BUNKER AREA - DAY
Soldier #2 stops, a blue shell in hand. Did he hear someone?
The sound of a new artillery barrage drowns out his doubts.
Nah. He shrugs...loads the last shell...drives off with
his buddy.
DUNCTON - AT COMMAND POST
looking through his binoculars, he commands:
DUNCTON
Fire the heat-seeking missiles!
EXT. MISSILE LAUNCHER - STOCK
as missiles are launched.
INT. THE KNIGHT 2000
K.I.T.T.
Michael! Three heat-seeking rockets
are approaching from the southwest!
Michael looks out the window, sees them.
MICHAEL
Try and dodge them.
K.I.T.T.
I am trying, Michael. But they're
homing in on the heat of my engine.
MICHAEL
We have to find another source of heat!
Michael looks around.
MICHAEL
Head for that underbrush, Kitt.
OMITTED
EXT. KNIGHT 2000
drives to a thicket of chaparral, sagebrush and mesquite.
INT. KNIGHT 2000
MICHAEL
Fire your rocket booster!
EXT. CAR
K.I.T.T. does -- and the thicket bursts into flames.
INT. K.I.T.T.
Michael turns, looks at....
HIS POINT OF VIEW - MISSILES - STOCK
heading toward them.
BACK TO SCENE
His heart in his mouth he watches until....
THE CHAPPARAL
as three explosions in succession rock it.
INT. K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
(simultaneously
with explosions)
One...two...
(beat)
What happened to three?
CUT TO
EXT. ROAD - DAY - LIMBO
Pull back from the thermostat on Sanj's truck. It's in the
"red -- danger" zone. As the shot widens, we see that Sanj
has stopped by the side of the road. Sanj is in the bushes
...his back to camera...he looks up as he hears a whistling
sound.
CLOSER - SANJ
His eyes pop. He runs away down the road as ---
NEW ANGLE - SANJ'S TRUCK
A heat-seeking missile slams into it, blows Danish and tuna
sandwiches into the next county.
SANJ
Bowled over by the explosion, he looks at what's left of his
truck and we:
CUT TO
INT. K.I.T.T.
Michael hears the distant explosion.
MICHAEL
Three...! Let's go, Kitt!
THE KNIGHT 2000
It turns, heads for the tank.
INT. TANK - DAY
Robin reacts as a pipe drops down near her...the tank is
going to fall apart soon, from near-misses alone.
EXT. TANK - DAY
K.I.T.T. slams to a halt next to it. Michael jumps out of the
sunroof, climbs aboard. Opens the hatch.
MICHAEL
Robin! Come on!
She appears as amazed as she is pleased.
ROBIN
Michael...? How did you...?
MICHAEL
We'll talk later. Get in!
INT. K.I.T.T.
as they drop inside. Before Michael's hit the seat he's
shouting ---
MICHAEL
Go, Kitt! Go!
They roar away.
THE SCENE
The tank takes a direct hit just as K.I.T.T. leaves.
INT. K.I.T.T.
Dirt showers down on the car and it rocks. But they're safe.
MICHAEL
You all right?
ROBIN
Now I am! How do we get out of
here?
MICHAEL
The same way we got in. Kitt,
plot a course that's only semi-
fatal.
K.I.T.T.
I recommend the gap between any
two gun positions, Michael.
ROBIN
Who said that?
MICHAEL K.I.T.T.
Uh...me.... I did.
MICHAEL
Let's go pay the General a visit!
ROBIN
Is this a car -- or a spaceship?
MICHAEL
A little of both.
FAT SOLDIER AND FRIEND
line the blue shells up to three red ones, wave at the gun
crew. Drive away. The gun crew loads a red shell, fires.
KNIGHT 2000
heading to Duncton's bunker. The only thing between them is
the Howitzers.
THE CREW
load up another red shell. There is but one left.
KNIGHT 2000
K.I.T.T.
Michael, we're getting closer to
the guns!
MICHAEL
That's the idea!
GUN CREW
load up the last red shell and fire. They start to load
the blue shell.
KNIGHT 2000
swerving....
GUN CREW
The blue shell is loaded. The breech closes...a hand reaches
for the chain....
TO INCLUDE KNIGHT 2000
The Knight 2000 swerves wildly close to the Howitzer, swipes
one of the legs.
GUN CREW
Their weapon tilts. The blue shell drops from the breech.
DUNCTON - IN COMMAND POST
He sees this, knows the jig is up. He grabs his belongings,
runs out. His staff look at each other, confused.
EXT. COMMAND POST - DUNCTON
Duncton runs towards an armored personnel carrier, jumps in.
DUNCTON
(to the
driver)
Soldier! Move out! That's an order!
The startled soldier complies...the massive vehicle starts
up.
OMITTED
EXT. COMMAND POST
The Knight 2000 heads right for the APC...swings away at the
last minute, just clipping the bogies on one side. The
track snaps like an old rubber band.
NEW ANGLE - APC
with only one track biting the ground, it swings around in a
wild circle, slams to a halt in a cloud of dust.
DUNCTON
Knocked off his feet, he scrambles to climb out and escape
-- runs right into Michael, who grabs him. Trapped, he
doesn't even struggle.
MICHAEL
General, I think you just blew your
pension.
Robin steps over. With a grim smile, she rips the stars
from Duncton's shoulder.
FREEZE FRAME
FADE OUT
END OF ACT FOUR
TAG
FADE IN
OMITTED
INT. GENERAL DUNCTON'S OFFICE - DAY
Devon, Michael and Robin are inside. Devon is on a roll.
DEVON
...oh, yes...it's the typical Michael
Knight situation...total confusion...
mass destruction...all in a good cause,
of course, but without the slightest
regard for ---
ROBIN
Mr. Miles, please. I was the one who
got Michael into this in the first ---
DEVON
Oh, I know. That's part of his
typical pattern as well...a young
lady who innocently causes a ---
All turn as the door opens. Major Rainey enters, crosses to
the desk.
RAINEY
Thank you all for joining me.
(aside to
Michael)
I see you left your sandwiches
outside.
Devon looks at Michael inquisitively. Michael makes an
"Ixnay" gesture.
RAINEY
(to others)
It's certainly been a confusing
morning...The top brass on the post
is in the stockade, and I find
myself the acting Commander....
The phone buzzes. Rainey picks it up.
RAINEY
Major Rainey....
(eyes
widening)
Yes, sir. Yes, they're right here.
(covering phone)
They want to talk to someone from
the Foundation...whoever's respon-
sible for what happened here.
Michael reaches for the phone, resigned.
MICHAEL
I guess that's me.
(a look
at Devon)
I've just been told I was operating
on my own....
RAINEY
It's the White House.
DEVON
I'll take it.
In one deft move, Devon intercepts the phone halfway between
Rainey and Michael.
DEVON
Hello, sir. Devon Miles here.
(listens)
Thank you, sir.
(listens)
No, no we didn't have any inside
information...just our own crime-
busting instincts...yes, yes...The
Foundation for Law and Government
prides itself on flexibility...
individual initiative...yes...that's
exactly why the situation at this
base was one of our top priorities.
Thank you, sir...and good-bye.
Devon hangs up, a blissful expression on his face.
ROBIN AND MICHAEL
She leans close to him, whispers.
ROBIN
How can he tell such outrageous lies?
MICHAEL
With a sincere expression.
EXT. HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - DAY
Devon and Michael enter the shot from behind the camera,
walk towards K.I.T.T.
MICHAEL
Devon, now that this is an official
Foundation effort...could we talk
about my expenses here? There was a
motel...I bought Robin dinner....
DEVON
Michael, there's no basis for ---
MICHAEL
No basis? What happened to 'flexi-
bility'? 'Intuitive thinking'?
'Individual initiative'?
As they continue arguing, we pan to K.I.T.T....tighten on
the rear bumper...where a bumper sticker reads "Go Army!"
FREEZE FRAME
FADE OUT
THE END
