KNIGHT RIDER: SLAMMIN' SAMMY'S STUNT SHOW SPECTACULAR

EXEC. PRODUCERS: Glen A. Larson, R.A. Cinader
PRODUCERS: Hannah Shearer, Steven E. de Souza

Production #57315
5th Draft - September 15, 1982

Teleplay: .................... E. Paul Edwards &
.............................. John Alan Schwartz
Contributing Writer: ......... R.A. Cinader
Director: .................... Bruce Bilson

                              
                                ACT ONE

     FADE IN

     EXT. STADIUM - DAY - SHOTS OF A CROWD

     at a sunlight-drenched raceway.  Note:  A section of the 
     grandstand is empty, roped off and posted with signs reading,
     "UNSAFE.  KEEP OUT".

     OMITTED

     ANGLE - THE THREE CARS

     running in a straight line towards camera as they peel off
     and go in various maneuvers, then coming to a stop, as 
     Lisa, Mario and Sammy get out and take bows.

     ANGLE - CROWD

     applauding the performance.

     OMITTED

     ANGLE - STUNT AREA

     Crew members, including Mark, are busy checking the ramp,
     lighting the fire rings and lining up the cars in prepara-
     tion for Sammy's jump.  As we hear a drumroll build:

     INT. ANNOUNCER'S BOOTH

     where we establish that the Announcer also works all the 
     requisite musical effects via prerecorded tapes.

                               ANNOUNCER
               Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time 
               for the grand finale of Slammin'
               Sammy's Super Stunt Show Spectacular
               -- the most death defying, logic
               defying, gravity defying group of 
               daredevil drivers this side of the 
               Mississippi.

     INSERT - SLAMMIN' SAMMY'S STUNT SHOW SPECTACULAR PROGRAM

     ANGLE - SAMMY

     waves to the crowd then jumps into his car and buckles 
     himself into his seat.

     ANGLE - SAMMY

     as his beautiful twenty-five-year-old daughter, Lisa, leans
     into the window of his car and kisses him on the cheek.

                               LISA
               Good luck, Daddy.

     Sammy winks at her, pats the side of his helmet twice for 
     luck and he's off.

     BACK TO SCENE

     Sammy takes off in a long circle around the track and hits a 
     special ramp sending his car onto two wheels.  He remains in 
     this "ski jump" for a few seconds until all four wheels of 
     his car hit the ground.

     SAMMY'S POINT OF VIEW

     as he heads down the straightaway and hits the ramp.

     BACK TO SCENE

     In slow motion the car takes off in a powerful glide that 
     takes it over four cars, through a ring of fire and con-
     tinues through the air and finally lands and wheels to a 
     stop, approximately where he left from.

     ANGLE - STANDS

     where the crowd reacts with mild to indifferent enthusiasm.

     ANGLE - SAMMY'S CAR

     as Sammy emerges from under his car and waves to the crowd.

     INT. ANNOUNCER'S BOOTH - DAY

                               ANNOUNCER
               Now I know you folks have seen this 
               sort of stunt before -- or maybe even
               something a bit more spectacular.
               But Slammin' Sammy is now about to
               show you something you've never seen 
               before.  And probably will never see 
               again.  Sammy is going to repeat the 
               very same stunt you just saw.  Only
               this time -- he will do it driving
               blind.

     A gasp goes up from the crowd.

     INSERT

                               ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
               To insure your complete confidence
               in this performance, we have asked 
               the Reverend Henry Jackson to inspect 
               the hood and secure it over Sammy's 
               helmet.

     During the above, a tall, distinguished black clergyman is 
     handed the hood which is almost an exact match to Sammy's
     helmet.  He inspects it carefully, moves his hand and then 
     proceeds to place it over Sammy's helmet and tie it in place.

                               ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
               Actually, ladies and gentlemen, the 
               Reverend is here to serve a dual
               role.  If anything should go wrong 
               during this stunt, well, it's always
               handy to have a clergyman available.
               Ha!  Ha!  Just a little joke, folks.

     CLOSER ANGLE

     as Sammy, to the accompaniment of a drumroll, is helped to 
     climb into his car and slowly drives off.

     VARIOUS ANGLES

     as he repeats the prior stunt exactly.

     BACK TO SCENE

     as Sammy stops the car, gets out and removes the hood, then 
     with his arms raised takes his bows to a resounding ovation.

                               ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
               Let's hear it for the master!

     ANGLE - STANDS

     The crowd gives Sammy a standing ovation.

     CLOSE ON BILL GORDON AND MAN

                               GORDON 
                      (quietly)
               Putting this guy out of business is 
               gonna be a snap.

     INT. DEVON'S OFFICE - DAY

     Devon stands in front of a long carpet practicing not golf
     but croquet.

     ANGLE - DOOR

     Michael quietly enters and stares at Devon who squat/stoops
     over a mallet that he holds between his legs.  Michael
     stares at the odd figure without saying a word.

     BACK TO DEVON

     as he prepares to shoot but suddenly cocks his head and 
     begins a ritualistic chant.

                               DEVON
               'Whence croquet sprang to benefit
                 the Earth,
               What happy garden gave the pasttime
                 birth,
               What cunning craftsmen carved its 
                 graceful tools.'

     Devon shoots a delicate shot that barely misses -- glancing 
     off to one side of the wicket.

                               MICHAEL
               Devon, don't let anybody tell you 
               differently...you are a little 
               strange.

                               DEVON
                      (surprised)
               This is a game of gentlemen, of 
               serenity, of Charles II and Samuel
               Pepys, know them?

                               MICHAEL
               Only by reputation...and from what I 
               understand they spent most of their 
               spare time in bed.

                               DEVON
               Trust you to take the poetry out of 
               poetry.

     ANGLE - MICHAEL

     who picks up a ball and flops in a chair in one motion.
     Michael knows Devon could go on for days, at least he'll be
     comfortable while he waits.

                               DEVON
               ...Ah, well...yes, to business.

     Devon crosses to a desk and opens a folder.

                               DEVON
               Twelve years ago a man by the name 
               of Sammy Phillips purchased a race-
               track.

                               MICHAEL
               It's called Slammin' Sammy's Super 
               Stunt Show Spectacular.

                               DEVON
               Aren't we astute?

                               MICHAEL
               I've seen this guy perform.  He's 
               really incredible.

                               DEVON
               Unfortunately Sammy's show may be 
               closing shortly.

                               MICHAEL
               Like why?

     Devon looks down at his folders.

                               DEVON
               For the past few months the founda-
               tion computers have been tracing 
               the movements of one Lawrence Blake,
               President and sole owner of a 
               questionable but profitable operation
               known as Blake Enterprises.  Blake is 
               an unscrupulous sort of a chap who 
               will stop at nothing to make a profit.

                               MICHAEL
               What's the connection with Sammy?

                               DEVON
               Blake's favorite tactic seems to be 
               buying up second mortgages on
               marginal businesses.

                               MICHAEL
               That doesn't seem too tacky.

                               DEVON
               Not on the face of it, but the really 
               interesting aspect is that shortly 
               after acquiring these mortgages, the 
               business in question suffers some sort 
               of unexpected misfortune and folds.

                               MICHAEL
               And Blake picks up the property for a 
               song, huh?

                               DEVON
               Exactly.

                               MICHAEL
               And something tells me that Blake 
               just picked up Sammy's second
               mortgage.  Right?

                               DEVON
               Very perceptive, Michael.

                               MICHAEL
               And you figure that this time maybe 
               I can stop him before something 
               nasty happens to Sammy or his show.

                               DEVON
               Exactly.  Or better still, catch him 
               in the act.  Mr. Blake is long past 
               due being put away for a bit.

                               MICHAEL
               It should be a pleasure.

                               DEVON
               Any ideas?

                               MICHAEL
               No, but I'll think of something.

                               DEVON
               Just be sure and clear it first.

                               MICHAEL
               Now don't go getting another anxiety
               attack, Devon.  Trust me.

                               DEVON
               Do I have a choice?  Do I ever have 
               a choice?

     Michael smiles and starts to reply as Devon's phone buzzes.
     He picks it up.

                               DEVON
                      (into the 
                       phone)
               Yes...I certainly will.

     Devon hangs up the phone.

                               DEVON
               Bonnie is ready for you.

     Michael rises.

                               MICHAEL
               I only with that meant what it 
               sounds like.

     Michael picks up the croquet mallet and using the American
     "side saddle" stance, hits the ball gently and accurately 
     through the wicket.  He hands the mallet back to Devon.

                               MICHAEL
                      (self-
                       assuredly)
               It was always a kid's game to me.

     Devon shakes his head, as a smiling Michael exits the room.

     OMITTED

     INT. TRAILER - MINUTES LATER

     Bonnie has her head under K.I.T.T.'s dashboard, her legs 
     sticking out the side door.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Yes, Bonnie, that should be a perfect
               calibration.

                               BONNIE
               Then that's it, Kitt.  You should be
               functioning flawlessly, at least
               until that nut starts abusing you
               again.

                               MICHAEL
               Thanks a lot.

     Bonnie opens the front door.

                               BONNIE
               Kitt has been equipped to oxygenate
               the interior upon your command.

                               MICHAEL
               Should be a great help on the 
               morning after, or so they say.

                               BONNIE
                      (sarcastic)
               Funny...we've also increased the
               booster power by about twenty-five
               percent.  So please keep this in 
               mind when you switch to alternate 
               power.

     Michael crosses close to Bonnie.

                               MICHAEL
                      (passionately)
               You know something Bonnie.

                               BONNIE
                      (coldly)
               What?

     Michael realizes once again that it's a lost cause.

                               MICHAEL
                      (turning off)
               I'm really glad you told me about
               these new additions.

                               BONNIE
               Well, you might need these if you get
               caught between a rock and hard place.

     Michael looks from Bonnie to K.I.T.T.

                               MICHAEL
                      (under his
                       breath)
               Yeah, I know what that's like.

                               BONNIE
               What?

                               MICHAEL
               Nothing.  See ya.

     Michael gets into K.I.T.T. and Bonnie watches him drive off.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. RACEWAY - DAY - ESTABLISHING

     INT. SAMMY'S OFFICE - DAY

     Sammy sits at his desk pouring over some bookkeeping in this 
     room filled with a lifetime's worth of driving memorabilia --
     pictures, trophies, souvenirs, etc.  Mark, his son, enters
     bursting with enthusiasm.

                               MARK
               Hey, Dad, listen, I just worked 
               out a really great stunt.  I'm on 
               my motorcycle, see, and I do a 
               headstand....

                               SAMMY 
               Mark, I've got enough problems here
               without you splattering yourself all
               over the track.

                               MARK
               But I've been practicing, Dad.  I
               can do things on my bike as good as 
               anybody.

                               SAMMY
               I said no.

                               MARK
               You're never gonna give me a chance,
               are you?

                               SAMMY
               I didn't say that...when you're 
               ready....

                               MARK
               But I am ready, Dad.  I've got my 
               routine down pat.

                               SAMMY
               Mark, your technique is fine.  But
               you're still too eager.  In this line
               of work, enthusiasm can get you killed.
               A little more maturity is all you need.
               Just be patient.  Now go gas my car 
               before the show.

                               MARK
               Big deal.

     Mark turns on his heels and storms out of the office.  On
     his way out he passes Lisa.

                               LISA
               Hi Mark.

     Mark doesn't answer.  He just keeps walking.  Lisa walks up
     to her father who has just resumed his bookkeeping.

                               LISA
               Let me guess...he wants you to let
               him perform on his motorcycle.

                               SAMMY
               Kids!

                               LISA
               He is getting real good, Dad.

                               SAMMY
                      (annoyed)
               Look, like I told him, not now, okay?

     Sammy goes back to his bookwork.

                               LISA
               What's with you?

                               SAMMY
               We're just barely breaking even...I
               got 500 condemned seats out there 
               I can't use till I get the stands 
               fixed and no money to pay for it,
               and the last thing I feel like 
               talking about is Mark who wants to 
               be a star even if he kills himself 
               doing it.

     Lisa looks hurt.  Sammy, realizing what he's done, crosses 
     over to his daughter and caresses her cheek with a fatherly 
     touch.

                               SAMMY
               I'm sorry.  I guess I'm just a 
               crochety old man who should be put
               out to pasture.

                               LISA
               Knowing you, you'd probably try to
               work up a stunt show with the cows.

                               SAMMY
               Nah.  They're too slow.

     Mario Lutenza enters.  He is a handsome, dark-haired man in 
     his early thirties who has the running hots for Lisa and/or
     anyone else.

     ANGLE - MARIO

                               MARIO
                      (to Lisa)
               Lisa, you promised we'd rehearse
               the new routine today.

                               LISA
                      (bored)
               Not now, Mario.

                               MARIO
               Afraid to be alone with me?

                               LISA
               Mario, you've really got to stop
               watching soap operas.  Go find your-
               self another groupie.  I'll catch 
               you later.

     Mario rolls his eyes as he exits.

                                              CUT TO

     INT. STUNT SHOW GARAGE - DAY

     Parked in the garage is a souped-up stunt car with "Slammin'
     Sammy" written on the side door.

     ANOTHER ANGLE

     as Mark approaches his father's car and opens the hood.
     Perched on top of the carburetor is a special three-gallon
     stainless steel gas tank used in stunt cars to minimize the
     fuel load.  Mark lifts a marked five-gallon gas can, unscrews
     the top of the tank and carefully tops it off with gas from
     the can.  He then refastens the top, closes the hood and
     exits.  There is a long silent beat.  Then....

     POINT OF VIEW - SABOTEUR

     He approaches the car.  He opens the hood and unscrews the
     top of the gas tank, then carefully siphons out about one-
     third of the fuel.

                                               CUT TO

     EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY - STOCK

     INT. BLAKE'S OFFICE - DAY

     as we discover Michael dressed as a handyman searching the
     office.  Suddenly he hears a noise o.s. and dives for cover
     (Bruce's problem) as Blake enters the office, crosses to
     his desk, picks up the phone and dials.

                               BLAKE
                      (into phone)
               Gordon?  Blake.  Just checking.
               Everything's okay, then?  Right!
               Right.  So Sammy should have his 
               'accident' in about thirty minutes.
               Fine, I'll look forward to seeing
               it on the news tonight.

     He hangs up.

     CLOSE ON MICHAEL

     (wherever he's hidden) as he reacts, realizing he's trapped.

     INT. STADIUM - DAY - STOCK SHOTS OF A CROWD

     OMITTED

     VARIOUS ANGLES

     as we repeat the same routines seen in the prior show
     including the first part of Sammy's stunt.

     INTERCUT WITH SC. 31-A

     as Blake gets up and leaves the office.  Michael waits a 
     beat, then exits after him.

     EXT. STREET - DAY

     K.I.T.T. driving fast.

     EXT. FIELD - DAY

     as another clergyman (white) repeats the routine of inspect-
     ing the hood and placing it over Sammy's helmet and tying
     it into place.  Over this:

                               ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
               To insure your complete confidence 
               in this performance, we have asked 
               the Reverend Donald Newman to inspect
               the hood and secure it over Sammy's
               helmet.  Actually, ladies and
               gentlemen, the Reverend is here
               to serve a dual role.  If anything
               should go wrong during this stunt,
               well, it's always handy to have a 
               clergyman available.  Ha!  Ha!  Just
               a little joke, folks.

     ANGLE - SAMMY

     as his hood is tied in place and he climbs into the car.

     INT. TRANS AM - DAY

     as Michael speeds along.

                               MICHAEL
               C'mon, Kitt.  We're not gonna make
               it.  Do something.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Is it that important?

                               MICHAEL
               Just a man's life is at stake.  That's 
               all.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Well, then may I suggest you cut in
               the boosters.  That is, if you don't
               mind the whole police department 
               trailing after us.

                               MICHAEL
               Couldn't care less.

     He hits the booster switch.

     EXT. TRANS AM - DAY

     as it really takes off.

     ANGLE - SAMMY

     as he pats the side of his helmet twice for luck and he's off.

     BACK TO SCENE

     Sammy performs his usual routine.  He takes off in a long
     circle around the track and hits a ramp sending his car onto
     two wheels.  He remains in this "ski jump" for a few seconds
     until all four wheels of his car hit the ground.

     SAMMY'S POINT OF VIEW

     as he heads down the straightaway and hits the ramp.

     INSERT - SAMMY'S FOOT

     smashing down on the accelerator pedal again and again.

     CLOSE ON SAMMY'S MASKED FACE

     ANGLE

     as the Trans Am swings into the stadium and slams to a stop
     and Michael gets out.

     BACK TO SCENE

     In slow motion the car takes off but just as it leaves the 
     ramp it becomes obvious to everyone, Sammy's car is going to 
     fall short.  As it slices through the air, his car crashes 
     into the ring of fire and slams into the ground.

     ANGLE - CROWD

     Various reaction shots of horror from the people watching.

     ANGLE - LISA

     as she looks on totally stunned.

     BACK TO SCENE

     Safety men rush to the aid of their injured boss with fire
     extinguishers and extrication tools.

     ANGLE - BILL GORDON

     who nods satisfactorily -- the show's over...in more ways
     than one.  Gordon gets up to leave.

     ANGLE ON MICHAEL

     as he reacts in anger.

     BACK TO SCENE

     as the ambulance rushes to the overturned car.  Feverish
     activity as they extricate Sammy, load him on a gurney and
     then load him into the ambulance.  As the ambulance takes
     off....

     OMITTED

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              FADE OUT

                         END OF ACT ONE

                             ACT TWO

     FADE IN

     EXT. STADIUM - DAY

     A stunt car heads straight for camera and spins through a 
     perfect 180 degree turn and stops.  Lisa Phillips, exits the 
     car and walks toward Michael, the only spectator in the 
     stadium.  In the b.g., Mario is working on his car near the
     stands and also coming on strong with his semipermanent
     entourage of three or four sexy, if somewhat tasteless,
     groupies.  He alternates his attention between his car, the
     girls and scowling at Michael and Lisa.  (Note:  Shoot enough
     footage to allow intercutting throughout scenes 72, 74, 90,
     90-A, 90-B, etc.)

                               MICHAEL
               That was terrific!

                               LISA
                      (flatly)
               Thanks.

     Lisa starts to walk toward the office.  Michael stops her.

                               MICHAEL
               How's your father doing?

                               LISA
               He'll be okay.  He just won't be
               driving for a while.  Hey, who are 
               you, anyway?

                               MICHAEL
               Just a guy looking for a job.

                               LISA
               Boy, your timing is unbelievable,
               Mr. ---

                               MICHAEL
               Knight.  Michael Knight.

                               LISA
               Lisa Phillips.  And we've got no 
               jobs, Mr. Knight.

                               MICHAEL
               I dunno, Lisa.  Seems to me you're 
               kinda short a driver for a while.

                               LISA
               And you think you can replace my 
               father?  That's a laugh.

                               MICHAEL
               Doesn't look to me like you can 
               afford to be that choosy...Besides,
               you haven't seen me drive yet.

                               LISA
               We can't spare a car for you to wrack
               up, Mr. Knight.

                               MICHAEL
               No sweat, I'll use my own, okay?  Or
               are you afraid I'll wreck your track?

                               LISA
               Okay.  Go ahead and show me what you
               think you can do.

                               MICHAEL
               Thanks.

     He crosses out of the stadium to get K.I.T.T. as Mario and
     Mark enter the scene.

                               MARIO
               Who was that?  

                               LISA
               Some nut wants to be stunt driver.

                               MARK
               Instead of letting me fill in?

                               MARIO
               So what did you tell him?

                               LISA
               I said we'd look.

                               MARIO
               Why?

                               LISA
               Why not?

     EXT. STADIUM - DAY

     as Michael gets into the Trans Am and fires it up.

     INT. TRANS AM - DAY

                               K.I.T.T.
               How did it go, Michael?

                               MICHAEL
               The jury's still out, Kitt.  We're 
               about to audition.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Meaning?

                               MICHAEL
               We've got to prove we can perform 
               stunts.  

                               K.I.T.T.
               You must be joking.  I can easily
               outperform those primitive stock
               machines they refer to as stunt 
               cars.  My data indicates that if you
               wish, we could perform a 360, 540,
               or even a 720 degree turn.

                               MICHAEL
               So what?

                               K.I.T.T.
               There are also a multitude of more
               advanced evolutions we could perform.

                               MICHAEL
               Kitt, you're forgetting a very 
               important element...we're not sup-
               posed to be that good.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Oh!

                               MICHAEL
               Exactly.

     EXT. RACEWAY - DAY

     as K.I.T.T. enters and then roars down the track, executes a 
     series of high-speed tricky but basic maneuvers then pulls
     to a stop.  Michael hops out of the car and heads for Lisa.

                               MICHAEL
               How'd I do?

                               LISA
               Not bad.  For an amateur.

                               MICHAEL
               When my life is on the line, I learn
               fast, if you'll teach me, that is.

                               LISA
               Yeah, and maybe you can get us both
               killed.

                               MICHAEL
               And maybe I won't.

                               LISA
               Well, maybe we'll give it a shot.

                               MICHAEL
               Is that a firm maybe?

                               LISA
               Maybe.

                               MICHAEL
                      (trying to 
                       lighten up)
               Sure are a lot of maybes in this 
               business.

     Lisa smiles.

                               LISA
               Hang in here for a minute, I'll 
               check it out with my father.  Okay?

     She exits.

     INTERCUT - VARIOUS SHOTS OF MARIO

     working on his car and scowling at them, obviously jealous.

     OMITTED

     ANGLE

     as Mark comes up to Michael.

                               MARK
               Hey, you weren't too bad out there.

                               MICHAEL
               Thanks -- uh.

                               MARK
               Mark Phillips.

                               MICHAEL
               Michael Knight.

                               MARK
               If you join up with us it's gonna
               be tough learnin' those routines.

                               MICHAEL
               You people are even tougher.

     Mark does not fully understand Michael's statement.

                               MARK
               Yeah I guess...Hey, you want to see
               my act?

                               MICHAEL
               Shake it down.

     ANGLE - TRACK

     Mark takes off on his motorcycle and immediately pops a few 
     wheelies.

     ANGLE - MICHAEL

     He looks on, greatly impressed.

     ANGLE - STUNT CAR

     Mark approaches the car and with the aid of a small ramp is
     able to drive right over the trunk, roof and hood of the car.

     ANGLE - MARK

     He races down the track toward Michael and pops one long
     sustained wheelie.  Just as he is about to stop directly in 
     front of Michael, he dumps his bike out from under one leg
     and takes a bow.

     ANGLE - MICHAEL

     who claps with approval.

                               MICHAEL
               That was really great!

                               MARK
               Thanks.

                               MICHAEL
               When is Sammy going to put you in 
               the show?

                               MARK
               It'd better be soon.

                               MICHAEL
               It'll come.

                               MARK
               It's taking long enough....

     Before Mark can finish his statement, Sammy comes hobbling
     down the track.

     ANGLE - SAMMY

                               SAMMY
               Mark!

     BACK TO SCENE

                               MARK
               Yeah Dad?

                               SAMMY
               I thought I told you to change the 
               tires on Mario's car.

                               MARK
               I was just getting to it.

                               SAMMY
               Don't give me any excuses.  I just
               saw you hot-dogging it around this
               track.

                               MARK
                      (proudly)
               What'd you think?

                               SAMMY
               I think you better get into gear and
               do what I tell you.  I don't want 
               this to happen again.  You
               understand?

     Mark shoots Sammy a look that could kill, then silently gets
     on his motorcycle and drives off.

     ANGLE - MICHAEL AND SAMMY

                               MICHAEL
               You know that kid is terrific.

                               SAMMY
               He's got a lot of talent.

                               MICHAEL
               Then why are you so rough on him?

                               SAMMY
               I'm trying to teach him discipline
               and responsibility.  I don't want 
               him getting hurt.  Stunt cars are
               rough enough.  But motorcycles!

                               MICHAEL
               I wonder if he sees it that way.

                               SAMMY
               If he doesn't now...he will.  It's
               the way I was taught...besides I --
               Hey, who are you anyway?

                               MICHAEL
               Name's Michael Knight.  And I'm your
               new driver.

                               SAMMY
               Says who?

                               LISA (o.s.)
               Well, I did, sort of.  I was just
               looking for you to....

     She enters shot.

                               SAMMY
               Who's show is this anyway?

                               LISA
               Your's, Dad.

                               SAMMY
               Then how come you're hiring me a
               driver?

                               LISA
               Three reasons.  One, we need a 
               temporary replacement for you.  Two,
               he's not bad for an amateur and
               three, nobody else is applying for
               the job.

                               SAMMY
               You wanna drive for me?

                               MICHAEL
               That's the idea.

                               SAMMY
               Okay, then show me something.
               Something interesting.

                               MICHAEL
               No sweat.  What would you like me
               to do?

                               SAMMY
                      (putting
                       him on)                       
               Oh, I don't know.  How about a little
               skiing?

                               MICHAEL
               What's skiing?

                               SAMMY
               What's skiing?
                      (to Lisa)
               See what I mean?
                      (to Michael)
               It's driving on two wheels.

                               MICHAEL
               Which two?  Left or right?

                               SAMMY
                      (really putting
                       him on)
               Your choice...or better still, do
               it both ways.

                               MICHAEL
               Gotcha.

     As he crosses towards K.I.T.T.

                               LISA
               Dad, that isn't fair.  Practically 
               nobody can do it both ways.

                               SAMMY
               So let him find it out for himself.
               That hard way.

     INT. TRANS AM - DAY

                               MICHAEL
               I guess this time we'd better pull 
               out a few stops.  Sammy's not gonna
               be an easy audience.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I'm yours to command, Michael.
               Anything you can think of, I'm sure
               I can perform.

                               MICHAEL
               I sure admire your modesty, Kitt.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Modesty is a state of mind, 
               Michael.  I only deal in facts.

     ANOTHER ANGLE

     as Michael goes through the same evolutions as previously.

     ON SAMMY AND LISA

     as Sammy watches, not terribly impressed.

     BACK TO CAR

     as Michael goes into a series of skiing maneuvers, rapidly
     switching from one side to another.

     ON SAMMY

     who is now very impressed.

     WIDEN

     as Michael pulls to a stop next to Sammy.

                               MICHAEL
               Well?

                               SAMMY
                      (grudging)
               Not bad.  Not too bad.

                               LISA
               Don't let him kid you.  You were
               great.  Why don't we try one 
               together?

                               MICHAEL
               Fine with me.

                               SAMMY
               Just take it easy, huh?

     ANOTHER ANGLE

     as they walk towards their cars.

                               LISA
               We'll do a double 180.  Okay?

                               MICHAEL
               Like how?

     Lisa points down the track.

                               LISA
               You start down there and I start 
               from this end.  Watch me.  When I 
               drop my hand, execute a tight 180
               immediately.

                               MICHAEL
               My pleasure.

     She shoots him a look as they climb into their cars and take
     off.

     ANOTHER ANGLE 

     as K.I.T.T. roars down the track as Lisa roars directly at
     him, then they execute perfect 180o turns and stop some
     distance apart.  Michael hops out of the car and heads for 
     Lisa.

                               MICHAEL
               How'd I do?

                               LISA
               Fine.  Just fine.  For the first
               time anyway.  We'll work at it until
               we can wind up, bumper to bumper.

                               MICHAEL
               Sounds just great.

     She laughs as they cross towards Sammy together.

     INT. ROBERT BLAKE'S OFFICE - DAY

     Robert Blake, a distinguished-looking gray-haired man in his
     early sixties is seated behind his desk.  Bill Gordon,
     previously seen in the stands during Sammy's accident sits
     across from his boss.

                               BLAKE
               Nice job, Gordon.  With Sammy out of 
               action, we ought to be able to take
               him over in about three more weeks.

                               GORDON
               I sure hope so, Mr. Blake.

                               BLAKE
               You sound like there might be a 
               problem.

                               GORDON
               Last week the show was just hanging
               on, then after Sammy's accident, the 
               audience dried up as we expected,
               but....

                               BLAKE
               I don't need the details, Gordon,
               just give me the broad strokes.

                               GORDON
               Sammy's got a new driver.

                               BLAKE
                      (shaking 
                       his head)
               It doesn't matter.  Sammy's the show
               -- without him they're dead.

                               GORDON
               What if the new guy is good?

                               BLAKE
                      (a deep sigh)
               I expect you to handle it, Gordon.
               And if you don't, I'll find somebody
               who will.  Understand?

                               GORDON
               Yes, of course, Mr. Blake.

                               BLAKE
               Good.  Now get going...
                      (a beat)
               By the side door if you don't mind.

     Bill Gordon exits by the side door.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. KNIGHT TRAILER - DAY

     K.I.T.T. pulls up to the ramp and goes in the trailer.

     INT. KNIGHT TRAILER - DAY

     Bonnie and Devon are waiting as Michael exits a dusty
     K.I.T.T.

                               MICHAEL
               So why have we been summoned into
               the royal presence again?

                               BONNIE
                      (shrieks)
               What have you done to Kitt?

                               MICHAEL
               Nothing.

                               BONNIE
               He looks like you've been using him
               for a tractor.

                               K.I.T.T.
               No Bonnie.  Michael is not into 
               agriculture.

                               BONNIE
               Who's side are you on Kitt?

                               K.I.T.T.
               Why everybody's...After all, that's 
               the way I was programmed.

                               DEVON
               Michael, whether I like it or not I
               am somewhat responsible for your
               actions...The reason I qualify the 
               aforementioned statement with 
               'somewhat' is because I must always
               take into account that you are
               basically an incorrigible.

                               MICHAEL
               I hope so.

                               DEVON
               Which leads me to the following...
               a) Kitt is not to be used in any
               profit making venture, b) you are
               supposed to be undercover not center
               ring in a circus, and c) you are 
               attempting to destroy an indestruc-
               tible car.

                               BONNIE
               That's right.  Kitt wasn't designed
               to be used as a stunt car.

     Michael begins to pace.

                               MICHAEL
                      (rising anger)
               First of all, the stunt show is going
               down the tube all according to plan.
               Second, the only way I can smoke out 
               Lake is to set myself up and the 
               only way to do that -- with Kitt's 
               help -- is to put on performances 
               which will keep the show alive.
               And three, if either of you have 
               a better way of going about this,
               feel free to take a shot at it.

                               DEVON
               There's no need to be so bloody
               dramatic...
                      (thinks it
                       over)
               Somehow, however, you always seem
               to deserve kudos for your direct 
               course of action.

                               MICHAEL
               Thank you.

                               DEVON
               ...so carry on as you were but do me
               two favors...be careful with Kitt
               and please, for God's sake, keep in 
               mind your priorities.

                               MICHAEL
               Yeah, just let me get back to being a
               target.

     As Michael and Bonnie cross back to work on K.I.T.T., we....

                                              CUT TO

     INT. GARAGE - DAY

     where K.I.T.T., shut down, is parked with all the other
     stunt cars, as a mysterious figure slowly approaches him.

     ANOTHER ANGLE

     as the figure, back to camera, first tries, without success,
     to open the hood, then moves and tries -- also without 
     success, to open the door.

     ANOTHER ANGLE

     as the figure, mumbling under his breath in frustration,
     grabs some tools and tries to jimmy the door open.  All this 
     results in a bent screwdriver.

     ON THE FLOOR

     as the figure lays down on a roller and slides under the 
     car, a hammer and chisel in hand.

     UP ANGLE

     of K.I.T.T.'s private parts.  A pair of hands reach into 
     view with the hammer and chisel and starts to do something
     ghastly to K.I.T.T.'s plumbing.

     ANGLE ON THE GRILLE

     as the red light comes to life.

     UNDER THE CAR

     as the chisel is about to sever a line (or whatever),
     K.I.T.T. slowly rolls forward about a foot or two.  The 
     figure reacts and rolls forward to adjust, whereupon
     K.I.T.T. rolls back to his original position followed 
     shortly by a now madly frustrated saboteur.  This dance
     (forward and back) is repeated several times with increasing
     rapidity until finally, the saboteur stops exhausted.  This
     is a brief beat then:

                               K.I.T.T.
               If I were you, buddy, I'd get outta
               there before you get yourself 
               trapped.

     Whereupon we hear a loud hissing and the car starts to 
     slowly descend as K.I.T.T. deflates his tires.

     ANOTHER ANGLE

     as the figure, lying on the roller scoots out from under 
     K.I.T.T., barely making it and takes off in a total panic.
     There is a momentary silence, then K.I.T.T. starts to 
     reinflate his tires.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Really, some people are simply too 
               much.

     OMITTED

     EXT. STADIUM - DAY

     where Mark watches as Lisa's car slowly weaves through a 
     series of slaloms using orange traffic cones.  She knocks 
     some down in what could be regarded as a rather sloppy 
     performance.

                               MARK
               Okay, sis, hold it.

     Lisa pulls to a stop as Mark crosses to her car.  As he 
     peers in window, we discover she's wearing Sammy's hood over 
     her helmet.  Mark helps her out and removes the hood.

                               LISA
               How did I do?

                               MARK
               Lousy, if you want the truth.

                               SAMMY (o.s.)
               Exactly what's going on with you two?

     He hobbles into shot.

                               LISA
               Nothing tricky.  I was just trying 
               some blind driving.

                               SAMMY
               Why?

                               LISA
               Dad, you know with you out, the show 
               is really missing something...why
               don't you let me try to do your act.

                               SAMMY
               Absolutely not.  One of us getting 
               hurt is enough.

                               LISA
               But....

                               SAMMY
               No buts, there's too many things 
               that can go wrong in that stunt.

                               LISA
               Then what are we going to do?

                               SAMMY
               I'll tell you exactly what we're 
               going to do.  You're going to get in
               your car and continue the show just 
               like always.

                               LISA
               Then what are we going to do?

                               MARK
               Yeah.  You know, Dad, the way things
               are going, and with you out of
               action, we're just not gonna make it.

                               SAMMY
                      (fiercely)
               I'll tell you one thing we're not 
               gonna do and that's quit.  We're 
               just gonna keep on going as long as 
               we can and take our chances.  Just 
               like we've always done.

     And with that, Sammy hobbles off as Lisa and Mark stare 
     after him.

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              FADE OUT

                         END OF ACT TWO

                            ACT THREE

     FADE IN

     EXT. STREET - DAY

     as the Trans Am, with Michael at the wheel, drives towards
     the stadium.

     OMITTED

     INT. TRANS AM - DAY

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, I must confess I have a 
               difficult time computing the logic
               of this sport, as you insist on 
               calling it.

                               MICHAEL
               Why?

                               K.I.T.T.
               On a mathematical basis, these so-
               called stunts do present a slight
               challenge, but it seems a somewhat 
               pointless and rather dangerous 
               activity.

                               MICHAEL
               That's not the point, Kitt.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Then what is the point?

                               MICHAEL
               People pay money to see these stunts.
               And without money, Sammy's show is 
               going to go down the drain.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I see.  Well, Michael, if our object
               is to save this enterprise we'd best 
               come up with something quite 
               exceptional.

                               MICHAEL
               That seems logical.

                               K.I.T.T.
               What else would it be?

                               MICHAEL
                      (exasperated)
               Good.  Now that we've got that 
               settled, what would you suggest 
               we do?

                               K.I.T.T.
               How would I know?  You're talking 
               show business and that's completely
               outside the scope of any known
               system of logic.

                               MICHAEL
               You know what?

                               K.I.T.T.
               What, Michael?

                               MICHAEL
               Sometimes you're no help at all.
               You certainly must understand your 
               capabilities.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Of course I do.  But, you are the 
               best judge of what will turn people 
               on, as they say.  I'm afraid that 
               this time the ball is in your court,
               as they also say.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. STADIUM - DAY

     Lisa and Mario are working out, practicing figure eights,
     with Mario's groupies watching from the stands.

     ANGLE - MICHAEL

     who watches the practice session as Sammy hobbles to him.

                               SAMMY
               Hi kid!

                               MICHAEL
               Looks like we're gonna have a good 
               show this week.

                               SAMMY
               Yeah, but it's still missing some-
               thing...we need a show stopper.
                      (a beat)
               I've been watching you, Michael, and 
               you're good.  Real good.

                               MICHAEL
               Thanks.  I've been thinking...how 
               would it be if I did the finale?

                               SAMMY
               My stunt?

                               MICHAEL
               That's right ---

                               SAMMY
               No way you could do it blind.  Maybe
               in a year or two....

                               MICHAEL
               Well, do I have to do it blind?

                               SAMMY
               I'll level with you, kid.  Without 
               the blind finish, the act is nothing.
               In fact, the whole show is really 
               not all that much.  Not these days.
               No, the blind bit is the only thing
               keeping us in business -- and that's 
               just barely.

     Sammy starts to walk away.

                               MICHAEL
               Wait, Sammy, what do you think 
               about my jumping over a truck and 
               a car?

                               SAMMY
               Big deal.  I jump four cars just 
               for a build up.

                               MICHAEL
               But not while they're moving.

     That stops Sammy for a beat.  Then:

                               SAMMY
               Forget it.  It's impossible.

                               MICHAEL
               I know I can do it.

                               SAMMY
               No way.  The ramps are simple enough
               but you couldn't build up enough 
               speed.

                               MICHAEL
               How about letting me try it?

                               SAMMY
               All you'll wind up doing is wrecking
               a car and maybe yourself, too.

                               MICHAEL
               I'll use my car.

                               SAMMY
                      (shrugs)
               Well, if you're that determined,
               maybe we'll try it at practice 
               tomorrow.

                               MICHAEL
               No.  It's the finale this afternoon.

                               SAMMY
               What???!!!

                               MICHAEL
               You said we needed a show stopper.

                               SAMMY
               Okay, kid.  It's your life.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. STADIUM - DAY

     where Michael is in the process of pasting assorted silver
     stars all over K.I.T.T. at random.

                               MICHAEL
               There, you're starting to look pretty
               nifty, Kitt.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Really, Michael.  Is all this 
               garishness really necessary.

                               MICHAEL
               Of course it is, buddy.  After all,
               we're now in show business.  And 
               since you're going to be a star,
               what could be more appropriate?

                               K.I.T.T.
               Really!  But still I fail to under-
               stand how these stars enhance my
               functional capabiltiies.

                               MICHAEL
               That's not the point.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Then exactly what is the point?

                               MICHAEL
               I don't think I can explain it so
               you'd understand.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Very weak reasoning.

                               MICHAEL
               Look, Kitt, let me put it this way.
               It's either the stars or you get 
               painted red, white and blue like all
               the other cars.  Now what about it?

                               K.I.T.T.
               Keep pasting, Michael.  Please keep
               pasting.

     EXT. STADIUM ARENA - DAY

     Sammy's Stunt Show Spectacular is now in progress but 
     playing to a disappointingly small crowd.

     OMITTED

     ANGLE ON THE TRACK

     Lisa stands in the middle of the track as Mario heads toward
     her.  At the last moment he goes into a ski maneuver and 
     avoids hitting Lisa.

     ANGLE - SMALL CROWD

     as they applaud.

     OMITTED

     ANGLE - BILL GORDON

     as he sits relaxing in the stands -- the small crowd is good
     news for him.

     OMITTED

     ANGLE - K.I.T.T.

     Michael dons his helmet and enters the car.  Sammy comes up 
     to him.

                               SAMMY
               You still sure you want to try this?

                               MICHAEL
               Positive.

     Sammy nods and then signals to the announcer's booth.

                               SAMMY
               Good luck, kid.

     ANGLE - SMALL CROWD

                               ANNOUNCER
                      (a small chuckle)
               Ladies and gentlemen, one of our
               drivers will now try a jump over
               two moving vehicles -- a stunt
               that has been attempted dozens of
               times by various stunt driving 
               legends and they have all been 
               unsuccessful.
                      (chuckles)
               We are about to see stunt driving
               history or witness one hell of a 
               wreck.  All we can say is good luck
               to Mike!

     ANGLE - K.I.T.T.

     circling the track.

     ANGLE - BILL GORDON

     who watches intently.

     ANGLE - K.I.T.T.

     as it picks up speed.

     INT. K.I.T.T.

     Michael is strapped tightly in his seat.

                               MICHAEL
               Are you sure we can do this?

                               K.I.T.T.
               The chances of successful completion
               are somewhat less than optimum.

                               MICHAEL
               What????  Why didn't you tell me 
               that before?

                               K.I.T.T.
               Would it have made any difference?

                               MICHAEL
               I suppose not.

                               K.I.T.T.
               After all, you are the expert on 
               show-stoppers, as I think you called 
               them.  All I've got to do is all 
               the work, take the punishment, the 
               abuse to my circuitry, the....

                               MICHAEL
               Not now, K.I.T.T., not now....

     BACK TO SCENE

     K.I.T.T. circles the track building up speed, then comes up
     behind a truck towing a ramp.  K.I.T.T. hits the ramps and 
     sails over the tow truck and a car driving in front of it.
     He lands and heads right for the wall.  Then, at the last 
     possible moment, executes a perfect 180 degree turn and 
     comes to a stop with the rear bumper barely touching the 
     wall.

     ANGLE - CROWD

     going crazy -- this is the best show they've seen in a 
     while.

     ANOTHER ANGLE - CROWD

     An astonished Bill Gordon stares in amazement at the track.
     Moments later he rises and exits.

     ANGLE - TRACK

     Sammy, Lisa and the crew congratulate Michael.

                               SAMMY
               Great driving.  Couldn't have done
               better myself.

                               MICHAEL
               Thanks.

                               SAMMY
               Gimme a couple days to do a little 
               publicity and we'll really pack 
               'em in.

                               LISA
               You've really turned this whole show
               around, Michael.  For a guy who never
               drove professionally before, you're 
               incredible...I just want to tell you 
               I'm sorry about the way I treated you
               when we first met.

                               MICHAEL
               Thanks for the apology.

     She kisses Michael on the cheek.

                               LISA
               That was a business kiss, not a 
               social one.

     Lisa then kisses him on the lips.

                               LISA
               That was a social one.

     A dumbfounded Michael watches as Lisa walks away.

     ANGLE - TRACK

     From across the track a disgruntled and jealous Mario 
     watches Lisa and Michael.

     ANGLE - MICHAEL

     As he begins to walk back to K.I.T.T. Bill Gordon approaches
     him.  Gordon puts out his hand to Michael.

                               GORDON
                      (very friendly)
               How you doin'?  Name's Bill Gordon
               and I think your stunt was just great.

     Michael returns his handshake.

                               MICHAEL
               Thanks...thanks a lot.

                               GORDON
               You know a guy like you could really
               go a long way in this business.

                               MICHAEL
               What are you getting at?

                               GORDON
               How would you like to earn about
               fifty times more than what you're 
               getting paid now?

                               MICHAEL
                      (playing along)
               Keep talking.

                               GORDON
               I represent a large corporation and 
               I think your talents have a place 
               within our company.

                               MICHAEL
               Really!

                               GORDON
               I don't kid about things like that.

                               MICHAEL
               Maybe we do have something to talk 
               about after all.

                               GORDON
               Fine.  Let's you and me go and....

                               MICHAEL
               Not you and me, Bill.  Me and the 
               guy you work for.

                               GORDON
               I don't know about that.

                               MICHAEL
               Well, I do.  If I'm as valuable an 
               asset as you say I am, I won't deal
               below the top dog.  No way.  Now,
               you just touch home base about that
               and let me know.

     OMITTED

     INT. DEVON'S OFFICE - DAY

     Michael is pacing back and forth impatiently as Devon fin-
     ishes what seems like an interminable telephone conversation.

                               DEVON
                      (into phone)
               Yes, Prime Minister, I understand
               completely, of course, you're 
               right.  After all, as Henry 
               Kissinger once said, 'even paranoids
               have real enemies'...No, I don't 
               believe he was making a joke.  He 
               was being funny, but, after all
               there is a difference.  Yes, all 
               right.  I'm sure that by the time
               the meeting convenes next month it
               will all work itself out.  Right.
               See you then.

     He hangs up and turns to Michael.

                               DEVON
                      (continuing)
               Sorry about that.  Most insecure man
               I've ever known.  How he managed to 
               get elected in the first place is 
               one of those insoluble arcane
               political mysteries...But to get 
               back to the matter at hand, you 
               were saying?

                               MICHAEL
               I think they've finally taken the 
               bait.

                               DEVON
               Oh?  And what leads you to that 
               assumption?

                               MICHAEL
               I was approached with an offer I'm 
               not supposed to be able to refuse.

                               DEVON
               And of course you didn't.

                               MICHAEL
               Let's just say I'm holding out for 
               a one-on-one with the top dog.
               Mr. Blake himself.

                               DEVON
               And precisely what do you expect him
               to do?  Confess all?

                               MICHAEL
               That's gonna depend on exactly how 
               bad he wants to buy me off.

                               DEVON
               Let's hope you're right.

                               MICHAEL
               Meaning?

                               DEVON
               Meaning if he's that worried about 
               you, there are easier and cheaper 
               ways of solving his problems.

                               MICHAEL
               You mean like terminating me 'with 
               extreme prejudice' as they used to 
               say.

                               DEVON
               That's exactly what I mean.

     EXT. BLAKE'S OFFICE - DAY - STOCK

                               BLAKE'S VOICE
               That's exactly what I mean.

     Camera pulls back to reveal Blake talking to:

     INT. BLAKE'S OFFICE 

     where Blake is talking to Gordon.

                               BLAKE
                      (continuing)
               Waste him.

                               GORDON
               You're sure you want to go that 
               far.  I mean he seems willing to....

                               BLAKE
               Look, you offered him money, right?
               Any two-bit stunt driver would have 
               grabbed at it.  But not him.  He 
               wants a face-to-face with me first.
               Why?

                               GORDON
               I don't know, Mr. Blake.

                               BLAKE
               And I don't care.  I don't know who
               he is or what he wants, but nobody,
               and I mean nobody, gets to me 
               direct.  That's what I pay you for.
               To run interference.  He doesn't 
               want to play with you.  Fine.  Then 
               he doesn't get to play at all.  So,
               like I said, you take care of him.

                               GORDON
               Quietly?

                               BLAKE
               No, not quietly.  Big.  Big and noisy.
               I want that show closed down and fast.
               So see he has an accident, a nice big
               fatal accident.  A really for real
               show-stopper, if you get my point.

     Gordon nods his head as we:

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              FADE OUT

                        END OF ACT THREE

                            ACT FOUR

     FADE IN

     EXT. STADIUM - DAY

     where the three drivers are working out fairly routine maneu-
     vers as Sammy watches them perform.  After a beat, Michael
     and Lisa both skid to a stop near Sammy and exit their cars.

     ANOTHER ANGLE

     as Michael crosses to Sammy, grabs a jug of Gatorade-like
     drink from a table and swills it down.

                               MICHAEL
               I tell you, this stunt driving 
               is real thirsty work.

                               SAMMY
               It's all that dust, son.  I've been
               eating it for damn near forty years
               now.  That's a long time to be living
               on alkali dust and carbon monoxide.

                               MICHAEL
               Yeah.  I always thought it was a 
               young man's game.

                               LISA
               What do you mean, young 'man's' game?

                               SAMMY
               That's only because being crazy and 
               cautious at the same time is a rare 
               combination.  Like the pilots used 
               to say, 'There are old pilots and 
               bold pilots, but damn few old bold
               pilots.'

                               LISA
               Well, why don't you pack it in then?

                               SAMMY
               And do what?  Sit around and wait to 
               die.  Listen, this is the only life I 
               know.  The only life I want.

                               MICHAEL
                      (testing him 
                       a little)
               Yeah, but if you sold out...After
               all, this place must be worth a good 
               chunk of money.

                               SAMMY
               And it mostly belongs to the bank,
               too.  Do I look stupid?  If I wasn't
               in hock to my eyeballs, don't you 
               think I'd do something about this
               place.  Like fixing up that whole
               section over there.

                               MICHAEL
               I see what you mean.

                               LISA
               But that's the whole problem, Dad.
               Even when things are great, we're 
               still just barely getting by.

                               SAMMY
               Listen, all I've got in the world.
               All I've got to leave you and Mark 
               is this place.  Maybe you two can 
               make more out of it than I have.
               But it's gonna be here for you 
               to try.
                      (beat)
               Besides, a couple of more weeks with 
               Michael's act drawing the way it is,
               and I'll be home free.
                      (beat)
               I don't know why a driver as good as 
               you is willing to settle for this
               two-bit operation of ours, but believe
               me, Lisa and Mark and me, we'll never 
               forget what you're doing for us.

                               MICHAEL
               Let's just say it's my pleasure to
               help.  Oh, by the way, you figure
               you owe me one, maybe?

                               SAMMY
               No maybe about it.  You name your 
               price.

                               MICHAEL
               Let Mark perform tomorrow, okay?
               Well, we'd better get back to work.

     He and Lisa cross back to their cars as Sammy stares after 
     them.

                               SAMMY
                      (to himself)
               That still don't tell me why.

     OMITTED

     INT. CAR - NIGHT

     It's parked in a deserted alley as Gordon talks to a figure
     in shadow (actually Mario).

     Gordon tosses an envelope over to Mario who picks it up and
     counts the cash inside.

                               MARIO
               Only half the money is here.

                               GORDON
               I asked you to rig a couple of 
               accidents that would close down
               the show.  Hell, Sammy's doing more
               business now than when I first hired 
               you.

                               MARIO
               So whatta you want me to do?

                               GORDON
               Take care of Knight.

                               MARIO
               How?

                               GORDON
               You're the expert.  You figure it
               out.  Another one of your mysterious
               accidents....

     Mario leans into the light, revealing himself for the first
     time.

                               GORDON
               My boss is leaning on me...so I lean
               on you.

                               MARIO
               Knight wasn't part of the deal.

                               GORDON
               If Knight goes, the show goes.  If 
               the show goes, you'll get your money
               plus a five grand bonus.

                               MARIO
               Knight is smart.  He won't let anyone
               near his car.

                               GORDON
               So use your imagination.

                               MARIO
               I'll see what I can do.

                               GORDON
               You better...'cause if you don't,
               I'm gonna be there to back you up.

                               MARIO
               With what?

                               GORDON
               A big bang.  Under the stands.

                               MARIO
               You're crazy!

                               GORDON
               Am I?

                               MARIO
               There'll be innocent people there.

                               GORDON
               So what?  Crowds won't go near the 
               place if they think their lives are 
               in danger.

                               MARIO
               But they'll know that's no accident.
               There'll be cops all over the place.

                               GORDON
               The police will never know.  I'll
               make it look like the transformer 
               exploded.

                               MARIO
               I don't want any part of that.

                               GORDON
               You do your job and it won't happen.
               That show can't keep going without 
               Knight.  It's up to you.

     The shadowy figure gets up to leave.

                               GORDON
               And by the way -- if you're thinking
               about backing out, don't...or you'll
               find a nasty unexpected surprise in 
               your gas tank.

                                              CUT TO

     OMITTED

     EXT. STADIUM - DAY

     as everyone (Michael, Mario, Lisa) get ready for the after-
     noon show.  Mark, carrying a tool kit, crosses in front of 
     Sammy.

     ANGLE - MARK AND SAMMY

                               SAMMY
               Mark....

                               MARK
               Yeah?

                               SAMMY
               Get your act together.  You're in 
               today's show.

                               MARK
                      (shouts)
               All right!
                      (thinks it 
                       over)
               But why'd you change your mind, Dad?

                               SAMMY
               Let's just say I got persuaded.  Any-
               way, looks like you get your chance.

                               MARK
               Thanks Dad, I won't let you down.

                               SAMMY
               And Mark?

                               MARK
               Yes, Dad?

     Sammy hands him his helmet.

                               SAMMY
               Wear my helmet.  At least till
               we can get you a show helmet of
               your own.

     Mark chokes up, takes the helmet and rushes out of the room.
     Sammy watches him leave with a pensive look on his face.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. STADIUM - DAY

     A good-sized crowd fills the stadium and watches Mark perform
     a series of acrobatics on his bike.  The crowd roars its
     approval as Mark rides the bike backwards, performs headstands,
     etc.

     ANGLE - MICHAEL AND MARIO

     standing by a long table set up for the drivers covered with 
     cups of water, Gatorade, Cokes.  They both root for Mark's
     performance.

                               MICHAEL
               Show them how to do it, kid!

                               MARIO
               Knock 'em dead!

     They both look at each other and laugh.

                               MARIO
               You know Mike, with this new stunt
               you're performing I realize that 
               you're actually saving the show for 
               us.  I'm sorry about being so hos-
               tile towards you.

                               MICHAEL
               Forget it.  We're all under pressure.

     Mario picks up a cup of Gatorade off the table.

     INSERT - MARIO

     slips a tablet into the drink.

     BACK TO SCENE

     He hands Michael the spiked drink and then picks up one for 
     himself.

                               MARIO
               Here's to you...and the start of our
               friendship.

     They salute each other and down the drinks as Sammy comes 
     running up.

                               SAMMY
               What's this?  Tea time?  Michael
               you're up next, start getting ready.

                               MICHAEL
               Okay.  Thanks Mario.

     They shake hands before Michael and Sammy head for K.I.T.T.
     Mario picks out Gordon in the stadium and nods to him.
     Gordon smiles back knowingly.

                               ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
               Ladies and gentlemen!  Now we have 
               the main event!  An impossible stunt
               performed only once before in the 
               history of mankind and now performed
               by the inventor of the stunt,
               daredevil driver Michael Knight and 
               his faithful car nicknamed Katt!

     INT. K.I.T.T.

     Michael straps himself in with his seatbelt.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Did you hear that announcer?  He 
               called me Katt.  That's a four-
               legged feline.

                               MICHAEL
               So go complain to your agent.

                               SAMMY
               Okay, kid.  Good luck.

     Sammy backs off from the car carefully watching Michael who
     throws K.I.T.T. into gear and takes off around the track to 
     build up speed.  Michael rolls slightly in his seat from 
     side to side.

                               ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
               Ladies and gentlemen, cross your
               fingers and hold your breath 'cause
               there he goes!

     INT. K.I.T.T.

     Mario's drug starts to take effect as Michael can hardly keep
     his eyes open.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael we're not at speed for this 
               maneuver.

     Michael mumbles something.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, do you understand?

     BACK TO SCENE

     Michael is traveling around the track at forty miles an hour.
     K.I.T.T. approaches the ramp a little out of control.

     INT. K.I.T.T.

     Michael is about to fall over in his seat.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, what's the matter?

     Still no reply.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, please hit the automatic
               pilot....

     Michael slumps over in his seat.

     BACK TO SCENE

     The crowd gasps in horror as they see Michael slump in his
     seat.

     INT. K.I.T.T.

     Michael tries to lift his hand to the automatic pilot switch
     but the drug makes his arm seem as if it weighs a ton.  He 
     lunges at the switch and misses.

     OMITTED

     INT. K.I.T.T.

     Michael is again trying to hit the switch.  He takes a swipe 
     at it and turns it on.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Show time!

     BACK TO SCENE

     K.I.T.T. straightens its course and with a surge of rocket
     power hits the ramp and sails through the air in a perfect
     rolling glide, landing safely with a heavy thud.

     INT. K.I.T.T.

     The landing jars Michael back into semiconsciousness -- his
     eyes are half-closed but he speaks.

                               MICHAEL
                      (mumbling)
               Oxygen.

     Two caps pop off the floorboard revealing two nozzles that
     hiss as oxygen is pumped into the car.

     ANGLE - MARIO

     He can't believe the stunt went off successfully.

     ANGLE - GRANDSTANDS

     Bill Gordon is visibly upset.  He rises, picks up a brown
     attache case and exits.

                               ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
               And now folks, please stand by 
               for the grand finale.

     OMITTED

     ANGLE - MARIO

     who is running across the track.

     INT. TRANS AM

                               MICHAEL
               Okay, Kitt, let's go get him.

     ANGLE

     as K.I.T.T. takes off across the field after Mario.

     ON LISA AND MARK AND SAMMY

     as they watch Michael chase Mario.

                               MARK
               What are they doing out there?

                               LISA
               I don't know.  I also don't know 
               what we're going to do for a 
               grand finale.

     But from the crowd's reaction, they apparently think that
     K.I.T.T. chasing Mario is considered a sort of comic finale.

     OMITTED

     EXT. STADIUM AREA

     as K.I.T.T. pins Mario against a wall of the stadium and 
     Michael reaches out of the window, grabs Mario and pulls him
     tight against the window.

                               MICHAEL
               You rigged Sammy's car, didn't you?

                               MARIO
               Yes.  Yes.

                               MICHAEL
               Attempted murder...that's a long
               time in jail.

                               MARIO
               Wait.  It wasn't all me.

                               MICHAEL
               Who are you working for?

                               MARIO
               Bill Gordon.  He said he was going 
               to plant a bomb.

                               MICHAEL
               Where?

                               MARIO
               He said the transformer.  It's 
               under the stands near Section E.

     Without a moment's hesitation, Michael takes off.

     ANOTHER ANGLE

     as Michael drives out of the stadium.

     OUTSIDE THE STADIUM

     as Michael heads for a pair of doors marked "SERVICE AREA"
     and smashes through them.

     INT. STADIUM HALLWAY - DAY

     Under the stands, Bill Gordon makes his way through the 
     pilings to a spot near the boiler room.  Gordon places his 
     attache case on the ground and removes several sticks of 
     dynamite attached to a timer.  He sets the timer and places
     the bomb on the ground.

     INT. AREA UNDER STADIUM

     as K.I.T.T. crashes through the door and is now under the 
     stands.

     INT. UNDER THE STANDS

     Michael spots Gordon.

     MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW

     It's really no contest as Michael cuts off every avenue of
     escape until he has an out-of-breath Gordon pinned against a
     wall.  Michael turns on his bright lights for the inquisition
     and Gordon looks like a trembling rabbit caught in a hunter's 
     flashlight.

     CLOSEUP - GORDON

     as the sweat pours off of him, deathly afraid that Michael 
     will put the pedal to the floor and smash him against the 
     wall.

                               GORDON
               Don't!

     ANGLE - MICHAEL

     with his head leaning out of K.I.T.T.

                               MICHAEL
               Where'd you put it?

     ANGLE - GORDON

     who trembles but refuses to answer.

     ANGLE - K.I.T.T.

     With a squeal of tires, it leaps at Gordon stopping just 
     short of crushing him against the wall.

     ANGLE - GORDON

                               GORDON
                      (pointing at
                       transformer)
               Over there.

     ANGLE - MICHAEL

                               MICHAEL
               And who do you work for?

     ANGLE - GORDON

                               GORDON
               I can't tell you that.

     ANGLE - K.I.T.T.

     Michael throws the car into gear and it lunges at Gordon.

                               GORDON
                      (screams)
               Blake!

     Michael quickly exits the car and handcuffs Gordon to a pole.

                               MICHAEL
               You're a fool, Gordon.

                               GORDON
               Please don't leave me here.

     Michael ignores Gordon's request, hops in K.I.T.T. and 
     screeches toward the transformer.

     MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW

     Michael spots the bomb.

     ANGLE - K.I.T.T.

     Like a soldier hero throwing himself on a grenade to save 
     his buddies, the Knight 2000 drives over the time bomb as 
     the explosion goes off and smothers the blast.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - MICHAEL

     who is a bit shaken from the explosion.

                               MICHAEL
               Kitt, are you okay?

     No answer.

                               MICHAEL
               Kitt?

                               K.I.T.T.
               Affirmative.  Still functioning.

     Michael smiles and gives a sigh of relief as he rests his
     head against K.I.T.T.'s steering wheel.

                                              CUT TO

     INT. BLAKE'S OFFICE - DAY

     Blake is seated at his desk shuffling some papers as Michael
     enters unannounced.  Blake reacts.

                               BLAKE
               Who the hell are you?  And what do
               you want?

                               MICHAEL
               You damn well know who I am.  And 
               what I want is money.  Lots of it.

                               BLAKE
               I don't know what you're talking 
               about.

                               MICHAEL
               Look.  Let's not dance around all 
               day.  I told Gordon I wanted to talk
               to you one-on-one and instead you 
               had him try and snuff me.  Very 
               hostile, wouldn't you say?  Also, it
               didn't work as you may have noticed.
               So now we talk, except the price is
               maybe tripled.  You get my point?

                               BLAKE
               Assuming I knew what you were talking
               about....

                               MICHAEL
               What I'm talking about is that I've
               got to Mario and Gordon and they've
               both unburdened their somewhat grimy
               souls to me.

                               BLAKE
               And does anyone else know about this?

                               MICHAEL
               Not yet, they don't.  And if we make 
               the right deal, nobody ever will.
               Looks like your choices are limited 
               to bad and lousy.  Either we deal or
               I give Gordon to the cops.

                               BLAKE
                      (resigned)
               So what do you want, Knight?

                               MICHAEL
               Money.  How much depends on what you
               want.

                               BLAKE
               You know what I want.

                               MICHAEL
               Tell me again.  Just so we're reading 
               out of the same book.

                               BLAKE
               I want the show closed down for 
               keeps.  I want the property.  And I 
               want it done fast.

                               MICHAEL
               No restrictions on method?

                               BLAKE
               None.  Just get it done.  I don't 
               care who gets hurt.

                               MICHAEL
               You mean like Sammy's so-called 
               accident -- or mine?

                               BLAKE
               Right.  Now what exactly do you 
               want?

                               MICHAEL
                      (into watch)
               You got that, Kitt?

                               K.I.T.T. (v.o.)
               Every word, loud and clear, Michael.

     Blake reacts as Michael and K.I.T.T. converse.

                               BLAKE
               What was that?

                               MICHAEL
               Your confession.  In this state you 
               can't convict on the uncorroborated
               testimony of an accomplice...like
               Mario.  But you just put it all on
               tape for me.  Let's go.

                               BLAKE
               Go where?

                               MICHAEL
               To the police.  Where else?

     Blake starts to run, then grabs in desperation for a con-
     cealed gun.  Michael disarms him easily.

                               MICHAEL
               Now c'mon.  That's a bit crude for a
               man with your class.  Let's go.

     As he propels Blake out of the office, we hear Blake saying:

                               BLAKE (v.o.)
               You won't get away with this.  I 
               want my lawyer....

     OMITTED

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              FADE OUT

                        END OF ACT FOUR

                              TAG

     FADE IN

     INT. KNIGHT TRAILER - HOURS LATER

     Bonnie is working on K.I.T.T. as Devon and Michael stand
     talking in one corner.  K.I.T.T. is still covered with 
     silver stars.

     ANGLE - DEVON AND MICHAEL

                               DEVON
               Must you insist on reveling in utter
               chaos and destruction?

                               MICHAEL
               It's a tough world out there, Devon.

                               DEVON
               But your complete disregard for this 
               vehicle.

                               MICHAEL
               There's a price for everything.

     ANGLE - BONNIE

     as she crawls out from under the car and crosses to them.

                               BONNIE
               The muffler is shot but other than 
               that the damage is minor.

                               MICHAEL
               Feel better, Devon?

     Bonnie starts to peel a star off K.I.T.T.

                               MICHAEL
               Hey, what do you think you're doing?

                               BONNIE
               Removing these disgusting decals 
               you've defaced Kitt with.

                               MICHAEL
               Just leave them where they are.

                               DEVON
               I fail to understand, Michael.  You
               managed to nail Blake and put his 
               whole operation out of business.  The 
               mission's over.

                               MICHAEL
               For you and the Foundation, maybe.
               But not for me and Kitt it isn't.

                               DEVON
               I'm afraid I'm not quite following 
               you, Michael.

                               MICHAEL
               Look, whether Blake is in jail or not,
               Sammy and Lisa and Mark still can't 
               make it without a show-stopper.  And 
               until Sammy can drive again, it looks 
               like Kitt and I will have to just keep
               on pinch-hitting for him.

                               DEVON
               And exactly how long would that be?

                               MICHAEL
               Maybe three weeks.

                               DEVON
               Well, I'm not at all sure that....

                               MICHAEL
               Now, Devon, before you paint yourself
               into a corner, consider your options.

     Devon thinks it over, then nods in resignation.

                               DEVON
               Then I imagine we'll see you in 
               three weeks.

                               MICHAEL
               Maybe not.

     He digs his hand into his pocket and hands Devon and Bonnie 
     some tickets.

                               MICHAEL
                      (continuing)
               Here's a couple of passes.  Why
               don't you and Bonnie drop by and 
               catch our act?

     Devon and Bonnie exchange a look as Michael crosses to K.I.T.T.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael?  What do you think of a 
               stunt where I would somersault end
               over end?  It's never been done 
               before...Or better still, how about
               a Flaming Chariot?  We could set my
               wheels on fire and do a jump.  At 
               night it could be quite spectacular.
               Don't you think?

                               MICHAEL
               Since you can't do anything about
               me, you'd better think of repro-
               gramming him after we finish this
               job.

                               K.I.T.T.
               How about a double-barrel roll?  Or
               a barrel roll with a somersault
               combined?  My data confirms that a 
               100 mile per hour approach to a 
               ninety-degree incline....

     The three of them laugh, we....

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              AND

                                              FADE OUT

                             THE END