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KNIGHT RIDER: SPEED DEMONS

EXEC. PRODUCERS: Glen A. Larson, Robert Foster
SUPV. PRODUCER: Joel Rogosin
CO-PRODUCERS: Robert W. Gilmer, Tom Greene, Gian R. Grimaldi

Production #57837
1st Draft - December 15, 1983 (F.R.)

Teleplay: .................. Tom Greene &
............................ Janis Hendler
Director: .................. Bruce Seth Green

                              
                                 ACT ONE

     FADE IN

     CLOSEUP - TABLE - DAY

     as a hand-held "documentary style" camera scans the table's 
     contents -- an almost ceremonial arrangement of paraphernalia
     -- a silver glove, body-form "ventilator" chest pads, shin
     guards, heavy leather boots, and a streamlined custom helmet
     -- all color coordinated in silver and reds with "Travis"
     printed on each piece.  As a gloved hand plucks up its mate,
     puts it on an awaiting hand:

                               INTERVIEWER'S VOICE
               These are the weapons of a modern-day
               gladiator, a participant in the most 
               rugged sport -- motorcycle racing.

     Camera pans up to:

     INT. GARAGE - DAY - ON KELLY TRAVIS

     early twenties, blond, all-American with a boyish, friendly
     face and the body of an athlete.  He wears skin-tight 
     silver and red "unleathers" and, as he dons all the gear,
     grins right at camera.

                               KELLY
               As far as I'm concerned, this is all 
               safety experts' hype.  I've been 
               racing for five years without a bad 
               spill, and all I need is my trusted 
               helmet.

     He lifts his helmet from the table, turns it over to put it 
     on -- and milk pours out, inundating him.  As the liquid 
     drips down his face, without turning, he roars:

                               KELLY
               Duvall!

     Racer Danny Duvall approaches, almost laughing himself
     sick.  He's dressed in burgundy unleathers, is slightly 
     older than Kelly, with the same boyish smile.

                               DANNY
               My buddy Kelly always wanted his 
               picture on a cereal box -- now he'll
               know how the cereal feels!

                               KELLY
               Try this one, cornflake.

     As Kelly pours the remainder of the milk on Danny, a 
     beautiful, young, blond woman approaches with a towel --
     Sabrina Travis, Kelly's older sister.  She shrugs good-
     naturedly at the camera, begins toweling off both men.
     Danny kisses her affectionately.

                               INTERVIEWER'S VOICE
               How's it feel having a big sister 
               around at the races to clean up 
               after you, Kelly?

                               KELLY
               Have you ever tasted Sabrina's tuna 
               casserole?  It was a matter of national 
               security to keep her out of the kitchen.

                               SABRINA
               Have you ever seen my brother and 
               fiance eat?  Their stomachs will end 
               up in the Smithsonian Institute.

     She towels off Kelly's helmet as:

                               INTERVIEWER'S VOICE
               Kelly, there's been a lot of criticism
               that you've become a hot dog racer....

                               KELLY
               They call it hot dogging...I call it 
               having an edge.  I take chances -- 
               how else're you going to win against 
               these guys?  They're good.

     Danny winks confidentially at the camera.

     EXT. OAKSIDE RACECOURSE - DAY - HIGH ANGLE

     as we see, still in documentary style, a final lap of a 
     rough-track race, as the bikes in the lead begin up an 
     incredibly steep dirt hill.  We see Kelly and Danny 
     (recognizable by their colors) and a few other racers --
     Lee Carstairs, Wade Fortuno and Gene Tourvald.

                               INTERVIEWER'S VOICE
               But tragedy struck that sunny after-
               noon, as the racers made their way
               up Widow's Mountain, on the last 
               stretch of the Oakside Course.

     Partway up the mountain, Kelly, who's in the lead, suddenly
     hooks to the side, directly in front of Danny.  Danny's 
     bike goes down, causing those immediately behind him to
     tumble back in a landslide of metal, flesh and flames as 
     suddenly, the scene freeze frames:

                               MICHAEL'S VOICE
               Wow.  Makes me glad to have Kitt's 
               armor to protect me.

     INT. FOUNDATION - DAY - DEVON'S OFFICE

     where we reveal that Michael, Devon and April have been 
     watching this footage on an oversized television screen.

                               DEVON
               Five riders ended up in the hospital,
               Michael.  And more tragic than that
               -- young Danny Duvall was killed.

                               MICHAEL
               I saw him race once.  He was a great 
               rider.

                               APRIL
               Since the Foundation's cosponsoring
               this year's competition, we were 
               really worried when we received this 
               letter.

     She hands Michael a short, typed letter on plain 
     stationery.  Michael reads it quickly, looks up with 
     surprise.

                               MICHAEL
               This says Danny Duvall was murdered.
               But why?  Who wrote this, Devon?

                               DEVON
               I don't know.  But if there's even 
               an outside chance the accident was 
               planned...our participation in the 
               race will almost be condoning 
               violence on the track.

                               APRIL
               I've programmed details of the race
               and its participants into Kitt, and 
               you can review this tape on the 
               monitor on your way to the Oakside 
               Racecourse.

     Michael thoughtfully folds the letter into his pocket.

                               MICHAEL
               I know the proceeds of the race go 
               to charity -- but how'd the Foundation
               get involved in a tough sport like 
               motorcycle racing?

                               APRIL
               You may not believe it, but Devon 
               happens to be a genuine fan.

                               MICHAEL
               Oh, come on....

                               DEVON
               When I was a lad, I made quite a 
               name for myself at the Isle of Man
               Tourist Trophy races.

                               MICHAEL
               What d'you know.  Devon, somehow 
               it's hard to picture you waist-deep
               in mud on top of a smoking bike.

     Devon sits at his desk, thinking back nostalgically:

                               DEVON
               Those 'rough and tumbles' were really
               something....

                               MICHAEL
               April, are a lot of the riders from 
               last year competing in this race?

                               APRIL
               Several, including those who were in
               the accident.

                               DEVON
                      (snapping out
                       of his reverie)
               I want you to find out if there's a 
               murderer among them, Michael.

                               MICHAEL
               And make sure he doesn't strike 
               again.

     As Michael heads for the door, we go to:

     EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY - ON K.I.T.T.

     driving quickly toward the Oakside Racecourse.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - ON MICHAEL

     as he waves at a passing motorcyclist.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, based on the information 
               April gave me on motorcycle racing,
               I must say I'm completely appalled.

                               MICHAEL
               What's the problem, buddy?

                               K.I.T.T.
               Why is so much time and money wasted 
               on a means of transportation that has 
               improved very little since the turn 
               of the century?

                               MICHAEL
               I guess a lot of people like the 
               feeling of the open air.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Dust and rocks is more like it.  If 
               you want air, you can simply open a 
               window without getting half the 
               roadway in your teeth.

                               MICHAEL
               Sounds like a little professional 
               jealousy to me.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Jealous?  Of those high-powered 
               broomsticks on wheels?  Perish the 
               thought.

     Michael laughs, then:

                               K.I.T.T.
               Do you really think there could be 
               another serious accident, Michael?

                               MICHAEL
               Well, you know what Freud said:
               'There's no such thing as an 
               accident.'

     EXT. OAKSIDE RACECOURSE - DAY - HIGH ANGLE

     as K.I.T.T. drives into the area, moving toward the track 
     itself.  Last minute adjustments to the course are in
     progress, some racers are "walking the course," others 
     amuse themselves with bike hijinks.  K.I.T.T. passes a 
     group of trailers and a small television news van with 
     antenna.  CHANNEL THREE is written on the side.

     CLOSER ANGLE - K.I.T.T.

     stopping near the starting line, over which is hung a large
     banner proclaiming:  OAKSIDE CHARITY RACE.  The course is 
     visible in the b.g.  K.I.T.T.'s scanner flashes.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - FAVORING MONITOR

     as the track shows up on the monitor.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, I'm afraid we'll have more
               accidents than we bargained for.  This
               track is in no shape for a race -- it's
               cluttered with debris, potholes, large,
               gaping crevices in the trail and numerous
               deep mud puddles.

                               MICHAEL
               Sounds like a pretty good description
               to me.

                               K.I.T.T.
               You mean that's the way it's supposed 
               to be?

                               MICHAEL
               This is like an endurance test, Kitt.
               They throw everything but the kitchen 
               sink at the drivers and see if they 
               can get through.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I suppose it's just what these 
               overbred bicycles deserve.

                               MICHAEL
               Think you could take the course, pal?

                               K.I.T.T.
               I really don't care to dignify that
               with an answer, Michael.

     Michael smiles.  Then, someone on the track catches his eye.

     MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW - THE TRACK

     where a tough-looking young man walks toward K.I.T.T.,
     examining the course.  His jacket reads FORTUNO.

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

     as Michael watches the still-distant young man.

                               MICHAEL
               The name Fortuno rings a bell....

                               K.I.T.T.
               A Wade Fortuno was in that big
               accident, Michael.

                               MICHAEL
               Then we'll wait to talk to him,
               Kitt.  Who'd know more about the
               crash than someone who was in it?

     As he climbs out of K.I.T.T., we go to:

     EXT. TELEVISION VAN - DAY

     where we see two "cohosts" sitting on directors' chairs
     facing a cameraman.  They're Roger Floyd and Darlena
     Webster, and look like they've just escaped from the top of
     a wedding cake.  Roger is midthirties, too many teeth,
     styled hair and tanned to a crisp.  The only thing natural
     about the well-built Darlena is her tongue, which she can't
     control.  She wears a bright red tailored jumpsuit and a 
     five-hour hairdo.  They're just brimming over with good
     cheer as they talk into camera:

                               ROGER
               Hi, this is Roger Floyd....

                               DARLENA
               ...and Darlena Webster....

                               ROGER
               Join us this weekend on Talkabout as
               we go behind the scenes at the Oakside
               Charity race.  We'll see fast bikes....

                               DARLENA
               ...and racing hunks....

                               ROGER
               ...competing for the one hundred 
               thousand dollar winner-take-all.
               It'll be a frantic race over this 
               incredibly tough track, not an 
               Enduro, not a motocross....

                               DARLENA
               That's right, Roger...I guess you 
               could say it's going to be sort of a 
               quasi-motocross race.

                               ROGER
               I had a hunch you'd say that.

     They give each other shallow laughs as the cameraman gives 
     the "cut" sign and lowers his camera.  Roger immediately
     loses his smile and glares at his "cohost."

                               ROGER
               What was that?  You're supposed to 
               stick to the script.

                               DARLENA
               That was a funny ad-lib.  You're 
               just mad 'cause you didn't think of 
               it.

                               ROGER
               It didn't make any sense.

                               DARLENA
               Funny is funny, Roger.

                               ROGER
               I give up....

     He rockets out of his chair and storms away.  Darlena
     smiles evilly.

     ANGLE ON MICHAEL AND K.I.T.T.

     Michael's standing beside the Trans Am as Wade Fortuno
     walks by.

                               MICHAEL
               Wade Fortuno?  Name's Michael Knight.

                               WADE
               Good for you.

     He continues walking and Michael stops him.

                               MICHAEL
               I work with one of the sponsors of 
               this race.  I want to talk to you 
               about last year's accident.

                               WADE
               You said the magic words, man --
               last year.  That's old news.

                               MICHAEL
               Maybe to you, but I'm still learning.

                               GENE'S VOICE
                      (European accent)
               Tell him how you caused the accident,
               greasy gears.

     We widen as Gene Tourvald moves beside Michael.  She's a 
     tall, strongly-built Slavic woman racer, pretty but tough
     as any of the men.

                               GENE
               Gene Tourvald.  They call me the 
               Trickster.

                               WADE
               Know why they call her that?  'Cause
               she knows every dirty trick in the 
               book and uses 'em all on the course.

                               GENE
               Except last year, when I didn't have
               to, 'cause you psyched Danny out so 
               good.
                      (to Michael)
               He wanted to take Sabrina Travis
               away from Danny.  He still wants her.

                               WADE
               Soak your head, Tourvald.

                               GENE
               You have such a way with the English
               language, Fortuno.

     As their quibbling escalates, Michael, who can't get a word
     in anyway, heads for K.I.T.T.

     ANGLE ON MICHAEL AND K.I.T.T.

     as Michael approaches, out of earshot from the racers.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Both those racers were injured in 
               the accident, Michael.  And I can 
               see why.  They're still fighting.

                               MICHAEL
               Think I'll go talk to a man who takes
               racing a little more seriously....

     CLOSE ANGLE - A WELL-ENDOWED LADY'S CHEST

     in a T-shirt reading CARSTAIRS!  We widen to see that she's
     one of a set of twins in the T-shirts, and Lee Carstairs
     has his arms around them both.  Lee's a dark-haired,
     handsome man in good shape -- but, at thirty-four -- old
     for a racer -- he's beginning to show signs of wear.  He 
     has a professional smile and a smooth patter from years on 
     the circuit.  He smiles now at Michael:

                               LEE
               Promotion's the name of the game,
               right, girls?

     The girls beam up at him as we now see Michael standing
     nearby in Lee's flashy motor home.  The walls are papered 
     with Lee's endorsements -- product ads, more T-shirts,
     posters, public service campaigns, etc.

                               MICHAEL
               I used to watch you race when I was 
               in high school.  Even had a Lee 
               Carstairs poster in the garage over 
               the workbench.

                               LEE
               No money in posters any more -- it's 
               T-shirts now.  I sold almost as many 
               as E.T. last year -- came in second
               by only ten thou.

                               MICHAEL
               And he can't even ride a bike.

                               LEE
               The fans don't seem to care.

                               MICHAEL
               Lee, you were in that accident a year
               ago.  What do you think really caused 
               it?

     Lee nods to the twins, who take the signal and leave.

                               LEE
               Not a what -- a who.  A hotshot
               rider named Kelly Travis who was busy
               hot dogging his way up the mountain.
                      (beat)
               Y'know what gets me?  Those showoff
               kids're the ones that get the dolls
               and electronic games named after 'em.
               That's where the big bucks are.  And 
               that's why I say promotion's everything.

                               MICHAEL
               And you really think it was the way 
               Kelly rode that wiped out Danny 
               Duvall.

                               LEE
               You bet.  But take it from me -- it's
               the end of a cycle.  Showboating's 
               on its way out.

     As if on cue, we suddenly hear a roar from outside the 
     motor home.  Michael and Lee exchange a look, then go to
     the door, open it to look out and see:

     ANGLE ON A STEP VAN

     Revving its engines as the back doors spring open and a 
     silver and red-clad figure on a motorcycle flies out, hits
     the dirt and begins speeding around the trailers.  We angle
     with the motorcyclist as he pops a wheelie, executes a 
     small jump over the empty directors' chairs, then does a 
     sideways slide, stopping in front of Michael and Lee.  We 
     see he's Kelly Travis.

                               KELLY
               Carstairs, you may as well stay in 
               your hotel room, 'cause your 
               'dustbuggy'll' just be kicking over 
               when I'm waving at you from the top
               of Widow's Mountain!

     With that, he races toward the back of the van, popping 
     another wheelie and sailing up and into the van.  The doors
     close as the crowd roars approval.

     ANGLE FAVORING MICHAEL AND LEE

     who're not amused.  As the step van now drives past Lee's 
     motor home, we see his lovely sister, Sabrina, at the 
     wheel.  Her eyes meet Michael's for a moment, then she
     drives on.

                               MICHAEL
               That's Kelly Travis, isn't it?

                               LEE
               Who else?  He'll never learn.  Never.

     He goes back inside and we hold on Michael, then:

     EXT. KELLY'S GARAGE - NEAR RACEGROUNDS - DAY - ANGLE ON
     K.I.T.T.

     pulling to a stop near Kelly's step van, which is parked in
     front.  As Michael climbs out, we see, parading by, several 
     rather beat-up cars hauling shiney, powerful bikes in
     trailers.  K.I.T.T.'s scanner flashes indignantly.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Really, Michael, look at that --
               those cars are dead on their wheels
               and yet they're forced to pull those 
               motorbikes.  It's one thing for 
               these 'racers' to have turned back
               the clock to 1910 -- it's quite 
               another to bring back slavery!

                               MICHAEL
               Maybe now you'll appreciate me that
               much more.

     He pats K.I.T.T. and heads toward Kelly's garage.

     ANGLE ON MICHAEL

     as Sabrina Travis suddenly comes out of the van, nearly
     colliding with Michael.

                               SABRINA
               You startled me!  I thought none of
               the other racers were using these 
               garages.

                               MICHAEL
               I'm not a racer.  I'm just a fan 
               here to talk to Kelly Travis.

                               SABRINA
               About what?

                               MICHAEL
               About his pretty sister, Sabrina,
               who drives his van.

     Sabrina can't help herself -- she smiles.  There's a strong
     mutual attraction.

                               SABRINA
               I'm afraid his mind's on preparing
               his bike for the race tomorrow.

                               MICHAEL
               He may welcome the distraction.

     As he starts toward the garage's door:

                               SABRINA
               Wait a minute, you can't go in
               there....

     INT. GARAGE - DAY

     We see Kelly seated on his racing bike, making an adjustment
     to the hand brake mechanism.  In the b.g. are a couple more
     bikes, including a small gadabout; tools and accessories 
     are neatly laid out within Kelly's reach.  He looks up 
     as Michael enters the garage, a worried Sabrina behind him.

                               SABRINA
               I told him you were busy, Kelly....

                               KELLY
               Sis, get me a cold drink, will ya?

     Sabrina nods and leaves as Michael approaches, offers Kelly 
     a hand to shake.

                               MICHAEL
               I'm Michael Knight.

     Kelly's about to shake, then sees that his hand's covered
     with grease.  He pulls it back, grinning.

                               KELLY
               We'll be friends longer if we don't
               shake.  What can I do you for?

     Michael kneels beside him, eyeing his bike admiringly.

                               MICHAEL
               You build this thing?

                               KELLY
               Pretty much.  You know bikes?

                               MICHAEL
               Enough to know a good one when I see
               it.

                               KELLY
               Not good.  The best.  Did you really
               come out here to talk about my bike?

     In the b.g., we see Sabrina returning with a can of soda.
     As Michael rises:

                               MICHAEL
               Actually, I wanted to talk a little 
               bit about Danny Duvall.

     Sabrina freezes in her tracks, clearly upset.

                               SABRINA
               Danny's dead.  There's nothing to 
               talk about.

                               KELLY
               Sabrina and Danny were engaged.

                               MICHAEL
               I heard that.  I'm sorry about the 
               accident.  I was hoping you could 
               help me understand what happened that
               day....

                               SABRINA
               Why are you asking about this?  Who
               are you?  What right do you have to 
               be bothering us?

                               MICHAEL
               I work for the Foundation for Law 
               and Government.

     This shuts Sabrina up abruptly.

                               MICHAEL
               Somebody sent us a letter that said
               that Danny's death wasn't an accident
               ...that somebody killed him.

                               KELLY
               Somebody did.  And I know who it was.

                               SABRINA
               Kelly....

     Kelly suddenly kicks the motorcycle to life.  As the engine
     growls:

                               KELLY
               I killed Danny Duvall.  My best 
               friend....

     He slams a helmet over his head, hits the gas and tears out 
     of the garage.  Michael looks over at the distraught Sabrina,
     then runs out after Kelly.

     EXT. OAKSIDE RACEGROUNDS - DAY - ANGLE ON A STRAIGHTAWAY

     separate from the course, marked off for the elimination
     heats.  There's a lineup of perhaps a dozen racers facing
     the straightaway, including Wade Fortuna and Gene Tourvald.
     As they rev their engines:

     ANGLE ON ROGER AND DARLENA

     standing behind the lineup, smiling at their cameraman.
     Darlena's now in a lemon yellow jumpsuit with an extra-
     ordinary set of pigtails springing from her head.

                               ROGER
               Hello again from Oakside, where 
               Darlena and I are ringside for the 
               final heat eliminations.

                               DARLENA
               That's right, Roger.  At the sound
               of the gun, there they run!

     In the b.g., the gun sounds and the racers take off.  As
     the cameraman turns his lens to the final heat, Roger turns 
     to Darlena, with a sick look:

                               ROGER
               'There they run?'

     ANGLE TO KELLY AND K.I.T.T.

     as Kelly rides across the grounds toward the straightaway,
     K.I.T.T. close on his tail.  Kelly flies into the heat and 
     K.I.T.T. skids to a stop at the starting line.

     ANGLE ON THE STRAIGHTAWAY

     where Kelly pulls up behind Wade Fortuna, deliberately
     riding hard on his rear tire.  Gene Tourvald, who was 
     neck-and-neck with Wade, now salutes and rides ahead.
     Whatever Wade does to avoid Kelly, Kelly stays on him.
     Finally, Wade slams to a stop and Kelly circles back to
     join him.  The two men rip off their helmets.

                               WADE
               Buzz off, Travis -- I was just riding
               this heat for fun.  I'm already in the 
               race.

                               KELLY
               Stay off that mountain.  You don't
               deserve to ride on the ground Danny 
               died on.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - FAVORING K.I.T.T.'S MONITOR

     where the racers appear, Gene Tourvald in the lead.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, the brakes on the lead bike
               have just locked -- the rider's losing
               control!

     Even as K.I.T.T. says this, Gene's bike suddenly goes 
     tailpipe over handlebars, throwing her directly into the 
     path of oncoming racers.  The other riders now lose 
     control, bikes flying.

                               MICHAEL
               Let's get down there, Kitt!

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     The Trans Am roars away from the line, tearing toward the 
     accident, darting around the still-bickering Kelly and Wade
     who are just becoming aware of the crash.

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

     as they're approaching several downed bikes, between them 
     and Gene Tourvald.  As Michael reaches for Turbo Boost:

                               MICHAEL
               Prepare for a short stop, pal.

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     The car takes off, flies over the fallen bikes and comes to
     a tight stop beyond, where Gene's already surrounded by 
     spectators, track officials.  Michael jumps out, but stays
     out of the officials' way.

                               MICHAEL
               Kitt, you said her brakes locked --
               were they tampered with?

                               K.I.T.T.
               It's quite possible, Michael.

     Wade Fortuna's bike pulls in beside K.I.T.T. and he stares 
     at the fallen Gene.  He actually looks upset.  Michael
     looks around -- Kelly's gone.  As he slips back into 
     K.I.T.T.:

                               MICHAEL
               Nice of Kelly to leave at a time
               like this.  I'm beginning to think 
               what he said about Danny was true.

     And as K.I.T.T. pulls away from the scene of the crash, we:

                                              FREEZE FRAME 

                                              AND

                                              FADE OUT

                         END OF ACT ONE

                             ACT TWO

     FADE IN

     EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY - ANGLE ON KELLY

     popping wheelies and sidewinding the entire length of the 
     road.  K.I.T.T. appears up the road and quickly overtakes
     Kelly, pulls up beside him.  Michael calls out:

                               MICHAEL
               All right Kelly, pull over, I want to
               talk to you.

     With that Kelly jams his bike into high gear and hightails 
     it down the road.

     ANGLE - HIGHWAY - DAY

     as we see Michael roar past Kelly, then about twenty feet
     in front of him, pull the car to a stop at a ninety degree
     angle, creating a roadblock.  Kelly races right toward
     K.I.T.T., and instead of stopping, jumps his bike over the 
     Trans Am and to the highway beyond.  There, Kelly "lays the 
     bike down" and skids into the side of the road.  He looks 
     up, unharmed, and begins to laugh.  Michael leaps out of 
     K.I.T.T. and runs toward the fallen rider.

     ANGLE - MICHAEL AND KELLY

     as Michael reaches Kelly.

                               MICHAEL
               What're you trying to pull,
               speedball?

                               KELLY
               I thought it was a pretty good
               stunt.

                               MICHAEL
               Yeah, it was just about as mature as 
               that scene you pulled back at the 
               track.  Now get up!

     Kelly just continues to laugh, as if goading Michael.

                               MICHAEL
               Are you getting up, or am I going to
               have to give you a little 'help?'

     Kelly looks at him a moment, as his laughter turns dark.
     Then:

                               KELLY
               Guess you're going to have to give 
               me some help, partner, 'cause you 
               see, I can't walk.  Haven't been 
               able to for a year...ever since that 
               accident on the mountain.

     He starts to laugh again and we can now see that there are 
     more than tears of good humor behind the laughter.

     CLOSE ON MICHAEL

     as he reacts to the news.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - ON HIGHWAY

     as they drive towards the hotel.  Kelly is sitting in the 
     passenger seat, staring straight ahead, soberly.  He's as
     calm as we've ever seen him.  We hold a moment, then:

                               MICHAEL
               How can you ride a motorcycle if you
               can't walk?

                               KELLY
               My legs work and all, but they're 
               so messed up from the accident, it's 
               like walking across hot coals.  I 
               could do it if I had to, but...well,
               that's what it's like.

                               MICHAEL
               Isn't there some kind of surgery
               that could help you?

                               KELLY
               Right, if I had the money...and two
               years out of my life.  Stay away 
               from racing that long, you might as 
               well hang it up.
                      (then)
               Maybe it's for the best.  I've 
               destroyed enough people for one 
               lifetime.

                               MICHAEL
               You really think you caused Danny's
               death don't you?  What if it wasn't 
               your fault?  Ever think of that?

     Kelly looks out the window for a moment, then:

                               KELLY
               I had a third grade teacher named 
               Mrs. Tinto, used to yell at me for 
               leaning back in my chair.  But I'd 
               do it anyway, you know, showing off.
               And I've been tilting that chair 
               ever since...except last year, when 
               I leaned back too far and took my 
               best friend with me.

                               MICHAEL
               What if Danny fell off his own chair?

                               KELLY
               No way.  Danny was the best.  I lost
               control...something I've never done
               before.

                               MICHAEL
               Seems like you lose control of your 
               temper pretty regularly.

                               KELLY
               You mean with Wade?  Hey, he was 
               glad Danny was killed...thinks it 
               put him in the running for my sister.
               I just couldn't take his attitude
               anymore.

                               MICHAEL
               Make you a deal.  Keep that temper 
               under control, and I'll try to see 
               just who's tilting the chairs.

     As Kelly nods his agreement, K.I.T.T. chimes in.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, this situation is deplorable.
               Where's Abraham Lincoln when I need 
               him?

     Before Kelly can react to the proverbial talking car, we 
     cut outside to:

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     as K.I.T.T. comes to a stop in front of Kelly's garage, we 
     can see what he's complaining about -- Kelly's bike is 
     strapped to his trunk.

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     as the dark shadows of late afternoon fall, K.I.T.T. passes
     the Foundation Semi, heading in the opposite direction,
     ramp down.  K.I.T.T. is now sans his "extra passengers"
     -- he's left Kelly and his bike at the garage.  He cuts a 
     180, speeds up and into the Semi.

     INT. SEMI - DAY

     as Michael climbs out of K.I.T.T.

                               DEVON'S VOICE
               Well?  What do you think of old
               'Dusty Miles' now?

     WIDER ANGLE

     to include Devon, wearing a rather impressive old motor-
     cycle helmet.

                               MICHAEL
               'Dusty Miles?'

     Devon moves past Michael to admire his reflection in 
     K.I.T.T.'s window.

                               DEVON
               That's what they called me in '39.
               I could cut through the dust as if 
               it were butter.  This is the very 
               helmet I wore.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I shudder to think that you've been 
               bitten by this bike bug, too.

     Devon looks quite offended.

                               DEVON
                      (to K.I.T.T.)
               That's exactly what my dear late
               mother said about motorcycle racing.
               It infuriated me then, too.

     April comes over and pulls the circuit analyzer down over
     K.I.T.T.'s hood, Devon shoots him a dirty look, then walks
     with Michael toward the computer module area where we see
     Michael's sports jacket and tie hanging on a wooden valet.
     As they talk, Michael dons the tie and jacket.  Devon takes 
     off the helmet and looks over to Michael.

                               DEVON
               Have you had any luck routing out
               our potential murderer, Michael?

                               MICHAEL
               The racers're all trying so hard to 
               create images for the media that 
               it's almost impossible to get behind
               the hype.  It's a whole other world
               since you were there, Devon.

                               DEVON
               I'm sorry to hear that.

                               MICHAEL
               After last year's accident did anyone
               check Danny Duvall's bike for evidence
               of sabotage?

                               DEVON
               A thorough check is routine.  Nothing
               was found.

                               MICHAEL
               That's what I was afraid of.  Any-
               thing out of the ordinary about 
               Gene Tourvald's?

                               DEVON
               I spoke to her from the hospital.  She
               feels that the brakes could have been 
               sabotaged by an expert.  On the other 
               hand, it's rather common for them to 
               malfunction purely from the beating
               they take on the course.

                               MICHAEL
               In other words, that 'anonymous'
               letter may have us looking in closets
               for skeletons that don't even exist.

     April joins them overhearing Michael's last conjecture.

                               APRIL
               You think the letter is a hoax?

                               MICHAEL
               I wish I did...especially since the 
               race is tomorrow.

     Michael, now dressed, heads for K.I.T.T.

     EXT. SEMI - DUSK - ANGLE ON K.I.T.T.

     backing down the ramp, hitting the pavement and tearing off
     past the Semi, up the highway toward:

     EXT. OAKSIDE HOTEL - NIGHT - ON ROGER AND DARLENA

     Motorcycle racers, girl friends and enthusiasts, all in 
     semiformal attire, are passing behind the cohosts, heading
     into the hotel.  Roger waits impatiently for Darlena, now
     in a baby blue jumpsuit, to preen her overdone hair.

                               ROGER
               I've never in my life seen a person
               brush her hair one strand at a time.

                               DARLENA
               You're just being catty 'cause you're
               losing yours.

                               CAMERAMAN
               We're rolling.

     With that, the cohosts slip into the sugary relationship 
     with their audiences know and love.  Lee Carstairs
     approaches with two new twins.  Roger sees him and forces 
     a smile.

                               ROGER
                      (to camera)
               Welcome to the Oakside prerace
               party...and here comes my very good 
               friend, Lee Carstairs.  Anything 
               you'd like to say about tomorrow's
               race?

                               LEE
               Sure is.  I'd like to announce that 
               when I win, I'm turning the entire 
               proceeds over to charity.

                               ROGER
               Which means both the gate and the 
               purse will be given to a good cause.

                               LEE
               You bet.  It's the spirit of giving
               that's made this country great, Ralph.

     Lee waves to the camera, then escorts his girls into the 
     party.  Darlena begins to laugh.

                               DARLENA
               Good friends, huh?  He called you 
               Ralph!

     With that, Roger's fuse blows.

                               ROGER
               That's it.  Stop the camera.  I
               can't take any more of this.  The 
               woman's a complete idiot!

     He turns and stomps away.  Darlena is still laughing.

     INT. HOTEL RECREATION AREA - NIGHT

     A buffet table with a large figure of a motorcyclist in the 
     middle is set up by the far wall.  In the center is a 
     portable dance floor which is somewhat overcrowded with 
     race people dancing to rock music coming from large
     speakers behind them.  Lee makes an impressive entrance 
     with his two girls and takes them right up to the dance 
     floor.

     ANGLE ON SABRINA TRAVIS

     standing somewhat apart from the celebrants, by the buffet 
     table, obviously not wanting to be there.  It doesn't help 
     that standing in front of her is Wade Fortuno, dressed down
     in street jeans and windbreaker.  He has a drink in his 
     hand.  It's not his first.  Wade's doing most of the 
     talking.

                               WADE
               I just think it's time we 'kissed 
               and made up.'

                               SABRINA
               Wade, there's no reason to 'make
               up.'  I'm not fighting with you, I 
               just don't like you.

                               WADE
               That's 'cause you never really got 
               a chance to know me.

     As he moves in closer, Michael suddenly appears behind him,
     grabs Wade's shoulders and pulls him back.

                               MICHAEL
               And I don't think she's going to 
               get that chance, because if you 
               don't get some air and dry out,
               we're going to have to pour you onto 
               your bike tomorrow.

     Wade makes a move at Michael, then, changing his mind,
     gives him a strong look, and begins out the door.

                               SABRINA
               Thanks.  He just doesn't know when 
               to quit.

                               MICHAEL
               A lot of people have that problem.
               Me, for example.

                               SABRINA
               What do you mean?

                               MICHAEL
               Sabrina, I have a feeling you wrote 
               that letter to the Foundation.

     Sabrina looks at Michael, taken aback...then, before she can
     recover we suddenly hear the roar from the recreation areas'
     entrance.

     FULL

     as we see Kelly, dressed handsomely in a black suit and 
     tie, on one of his smaller motorcycles.  He rides into the 
     room and people move out of his way as he drives by Michael
     and Sabrina, then rides right out onto the center of the 
     dance floor.  Even Lee and his two girls have to move off.

                               KELLY
               C'mon everybody, don't be shy --
               let's boogie!

     He puts his bike into a rear wheelie and begins "dancing,"
     moving the bike in time to the music.  People clear space 
     for him and generally seem to enjoy the prank, except for 
     Carstairs, who comes forward and grabs Kelly's handlebars,
     stopping him.

                               LEE
               Go home, kid -- you're breaking up
               the party.

                               KELLY
               Taking away your spotlight, huh,
               Lee?  I'm gonna be taking it away on
               that hill tomorrow, too.

     He shakes Lee's hand off the handlebars, starts "dancing"
     again.  Lee's getting angry.

                               LEE
               You've got a lot of guts talking 
               about that hill, considering it's
               where you killed your best friend.

     Kelly freezes, a silence falls over the room, even the 
     music stops.  Then, Kelly lunges off the bike, grabbing
     Lee, and the two men fall to the dance floor as people cry
     out and duck out of the way.

                               SABRINA
               Kelly, no!

     Michael rushes away from her, then pushes his way through
     the crowd surrounding the dance floor, goes between the two
     men.  Kelly tries to get up, but collapses to the floor
     again.  Lee moves after him and Michael stops him.

                               MICHAEL
               Cool down, friend.  Save your energy
               for the course.

                               LEE
               Yeah -- a fight to the death, right,
               Travis?

     Michael can see that Kelly is unable to gain his footing.
     He runs to him, and supporting him, begins to move him from 
     the dance floor.

                               MICHAEL
                      (to Kelly)
               Had a little too much 'celebrating,'
               huh?

     EXT. HOTEL - NIGHT - ON MICHAEL, KELLY AND SABRINA

     as they move from the reception building, we hear the party
     resume in the b.g.  Once out of the line of vision of the 
     guests, Kelly suddenly collapses and Michael helps him onto 
     his bike.

                               KELLY
               It hurts just like that moment when 
               Danny's bike hit me.  It's my body's
               way of remembering what I did to him.
                      (to Michael)
               Thanks for covering back there.  I 
               owe you one.

                               MICHAEL
                      (strong)
               You don't owe me anything.  You owe
               yourself some facing up.  I'm beginning
               to think there's more than just show-
               boating to those stunts of yours.  Ever
               think maybe you've got some kind of 
               death wish?  You know what I mean, the 
               coward's way out of a problem?

     Kelly looks at Michael for a moment, then:

                               KELLY
                      (soft smile)
               You're beginning to sound just like
               Mrs. Tinto.

                               MICHAEL
               Could be she was smarter than you 
               give her credit for.

                               KELLY
               Maybe.

     With that, Kelly roars off.

     ANOTHER ANGLE - NIGHT - MICHAEL AND SABRINA

     As Kelly drives away, they begin down one of the garden
     paths.

                               SABRINA
               I can start breathing again.  I was
               so afraid you were going to tell Kelly
               about the letter.
                      (then)
               How'd you know I wrote it?

                               MICHAEL
               I didn't.  But after reviewing all 
               the 'players' it didn't take a 
               psychic to see who lost the most 
               when Danny died.
                      (a beat)
               Now will you tell me why you wrote
               it?

                               SABRINA
               After the accident, Kelly promised
               to give up racing.  I believed him 
               for a few months, then he started 
               practicing late at night.  Next 
               thing I knew, he'd entered this 
               race, like he was driven by demons
               -- speed demons.  You don't know how 
               scared I was.  Who else could I turn
               to?

                               MICHAEL
               Wait a minute.  It sounds like you 
               think someone was after Kelly...and 
               is going to try again.

                               SABRINA
               I know how Kelly rides.  That day on 
               Widow's Mountain, he was different
               right before the fall, like something
               was wrong with his bike.  I could
               never prove it because Kelly had the
               bike scrapped right after the race.

     She begins to break down.  Michael stops and turns to her.

                               MICHAEL
               Look...I made a deal with your 
               brother to find out the truth of 
               what happened, and I don't go back 
               on my deals.

                               SABRINA
               The race is less than twelve hours 
               away.  I don't think anyone could do
               much in that little time.

                               MICHAEL
               Tell you a secret.  I've got a friend 
               who works nights.

     He gives Sabrina a smile.  She tries a smile back as we:

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - SUNRISE - ON HIGHWAY - APPROACHING KELLY'S
     GARAGE

     as the golden rays of the morning sun fill the highway, we 
     see K.I.T.T. on the road, scanner flashing.

     INT. K.I.T.T.

     where we see a replay of the final stages of last year's 
     race in painful slow motion.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I can't imagine what you expect to 
               find, Michael.  We've been over this 
               footage all night, and it's not 
               getting any prettier.

     WIDER ANGLE - INCLUDING MICHAEL

     as he stares at the monitor.  It's obvious he's been up all
     night.

                               MICHAEL
               It looks to me like Kelly's doing
               fine, having fun -- then he loses 
               control.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Losing control is standard practice
               on a steep incline.

                               MICHAEL
               Not for someone like Kelly.  There
               is something wrong with his bike.  I
               can't seem to put my finger on it,
               but...
                      (then)
               Wait a minute.  Give me an ECU on 
               the bike.  Then step it forward
               slowly.

     The image on the monitor changes to an extreme magnification
     of the bike, then moves forward, one frame at a time.  The 
     dust around the bike flies, then back wheel moves -- but 
     the front wheel appears to remain frozen.

                               MICHAEL
               That's what's been bothering me --
               Kelly's front wheel isn't moving.
               Doesn't that defy the laws of 
               physics?

                               K.I.T.T.
               It does to my data banks.

                               MICHAEL
               If something jammed the wheel, Kelly 
               couldn't handle the bike, no matter 
               how good he was.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Quite true.

                               MICHAEL
               So the person who tried to sabotage
               Kelly's bike might just try it again.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, he may already be trying.
               I'm picking up an intruder in Kelly's
               garage.

                               MICHAEL
               Let's pay him a visit, pal.

     EXT. KELLY'S GARAGE - EARLY MORNING

     as Michael screeches to a halt by the garage, the side 
     door suddenly bursts open and a helmet-clad rider on a 
     motorcycle zooms out.  Michael does a 180 and chases after 
     the motorcyclist.

     EXT. OAKSIDE RACEGROUNDS - EARLY MORNING

     Only minutes from the garage, the motorcyclist shortcuts
     directly to Widow's Mountain.  Speeding across the dirt,
     the bike seems to skid and almost fall a few times.
     K.I.T.T. is right on its tail as they head toward the 
     ominous-looking mountain.

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

     as he continues to fight to keep the Trans Am on the 
     "slippery", sandy grade at the foot of the mountain.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, I'm afraid I'm not equipped
               for this terrain.  I have inadequate 
               traction....

                               MICHAEL
               Nothing we can do about that at the 
               moment, buddy.

     EXT. WIDOW'S MOUNTAIN - EARLY MORNING - ON THE MOTORCYCLE

     as it blasts up the grade.  The incline is obviously 
     treacherous for the bike -- it suddenly veers off, racing
     parallel to the desert floor, having trouble keeping on 
     the dirt.  K.I.T.T. follows, moving up the hill, nearly
     perpendicular to the ground.  Then, like the motorcycle,
     K.I.T.T. veers off at an angle.  Immediately, the car 
     begins to lose traction and slip -- and worse, to angle
     precariously.

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

     struggling with K.I.T.T.'s controls, as the motorcycle
     gains ground.

                               MICHAEL
               Kitt, what's happening?  We're 
               slipping....

                               K.I.T.T.
               I told you before, Michael, losing
               control is standard practice....

     But before he can finish the sentence:

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - EARLY MORNING

     as the car angles on its side, then tumbles over.  K.I.T.T.
     rolls, bottom to top, falling down the mountain -- and 
     finally coming to a rest right side up on the desert 
     floor.  Still, there's no movement from within and we angle
     up as the motorcyclist disappears from view across the 
     desert, and we:

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              AND

                                              FADE OUT

                         END OF ACT TWO

                           ACT THREE

     FADE IN

     EXT. WIDOW'S MOUNTAIN - EARLY MORNING - CLOSE ON K.I.T.T.

     still stationery at the base of the mountain, covered with 
     dust.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - EARLY MORNING

     Michael stares straight ahead, as if afraid to move.

                               MICHAEL
               Speak to me buddy.

                               K.I.T.T.
               It wasn't my fault, Michael.  I told
               you my tires had no traction.

                               MICHAEL
               We may as well have been going uphill
               on banana peels.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I've never been so humiliated in my
               life, watching that two-wheeled 
               tarantula run circles around me.

                               MICHAEL
               We'll talk to April about it, pal.
               What about the 'tarantula?'  Anywhere
               in the vicinity?

                               K.I.T.T.
               I'm afraid he's quite literally left
               us in the dust.

     Michael activates the monitor, and in a beat, Devon
     appears.  We intercut between them:

                               DEVON
               Michael, is something wrong?  Where
               are you?

                               MICHAEL
               Kitt and I just took a little 
               unexpected trip up and down Widow
               Mountain.  Listen, Devon, I think 
               somebody just tried to tamper with
               Kelly's bike.

                               DEVON
               Did you catch the culprit?

                               MICHAEL
               No, and Kitt's pretty upset about 
               it.  We're on our way in.  Tell 
               April to be ready to offer Kitt a 
               little TLC.

                               DEVON
               'TLC?'

     As his image vanishes from the monitor, we:

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. HIGHWAY - EARLY MORNING - ANGLE ON FOUNDATION SEMI

     ambling along the road, backlit by a crimson sunrise.

     INT. SEMI - EARLY MORNING - CLOSE ON APRIL

     kneeling beside K.I.T.T.'s tail end; high-tech tools in 
     hand.

                               APRIL
               I hope this'll do the trick, Kitt.
               Don't use them unless it's absolutely
               necessary.

                               K.I.T.T.
               If it'll save me from further embarass-
               ment, it's necessary.

     ANGLE ON MICHAEL AND DEVON

     Devon's pacing, Michael drumming his fingers on the computer
     module, deep in thought.

                               MICHAEL
               At least we now know it was Kelly 
               someone was after last year.  Danny 
               was an innocent victim.  Now all 
               I've got to figure out is how that 
               wheel was frozen -- and who did it.

                               DEVON
               I don't understand it.  We all wanted
               to win the 'Rough and Tumbles' back 
               in '39, but not enough to kill for 
               them.

                               MICHAEL
               Somebody's obviously more desperate 
               than you were, Devon.  Somebody who 
               was desperate last year, too.

                               DEVON
               Who's under your suspicion at this 
               point, Michael?

                               MICHAEL
               Well, two of the racers definitely 
               still hate Kelly -- Wade Fortuno and 
               Lee Carstairs.  But I'm not sure 
               either one has a motive for murder.

                               DEVON
               Carstairs was badly injured in last 
               year's race, and he also lost.  I 
               doubt a murderer would include 
               himself in the package.

                               MICHAEL
               And he's giving the money from this 
               one to charity, so the money's not 
               what he's after.

     April approaches.

                               DEVON
               And Fortuno?

                               MICHAEL
               He thinks Kelly stands between him
               and Sabrina.  Of course, he probably 
               thinks I do, too.

                               APRIL
                      (teasing)
               Then you'd better stay off a motorcycle
               when he's around.

     Michael gives her a wry look as April's attitude becomes 
     businesslike.

                               APRIL
               All right, the high-traction drop-
               downs are ready.  But I haven't had 
               a chance to test them....

                               MICHAEL
               The best test is using them, April.

     And as he heads for K.I.T.T., we:

                                              CUT TO

     EXT. HIGHWAY - MORNING - ANGLE ON K.I.T.T.

     cruising along briskly in the general direction of the 
     Oakside Racegrounds.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - MORNING

     Michael's lost in thought as he drives.

                               MICHAEL
               Something about Widow's Mountain and 
               what Sabrina said keeps coming back 
               to me, Kitt.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Rather like bad food, no doubt.

                               MICHAEL
               I'm serious.  It's the idea that 
               every motorcyclist has distinctive
               moves.  I noticed something about 
               that rider last night.

                               K.I.T.T.
               How quickly he lost us, I suppose.

                               MICHAEL
               Because we weren't ready for the 
               mountain.  But he didn't seem too 
               sure of himself.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I'm afraid I don't understand your
               point.

                               MICHAEL
               That rider was not a pro.

     As the piece drops into the puzzle, he accelerates to:

     EXT. KELLY'S GARAGE - MORNING - ANGLE ON K.I.T.T.

     pulling up behind Kelly's van.  Michael climbs out, goes
     into the garage.

     INT. KELLY'S GARAGE - MORNING

     where we see Kelly seated by the motorcycle, making final 
     adjustment.  He looks up as Michael enters, and grins.

                               MICHAEL
               How's the bike?

                               KELLY
               A-One.  Somebody tried to play the 
               old sugar game on my tank last night.
               Good thing he changed his mind.

                               MICHAEL
               Sure is.  Where's Sabrina?

                               KELLY
               She'll be over soon.  She's getting 
               pretty for the race.  What's up?

                               MICHAEL
               I've got to ask you a few more 
               questions, Kelly.

     Kelly returns his attention to the bike.

                               MICHAEL
               Just before the accident last year,
               do you remember your front wheel 
               jamming?

                               KELLY
                      (looking up)
               Don't you know it's bad luck to talk
               about accidents before a race?

                               MICHAEL
               It's worse luck having them.

                               KELLY
               All I remember is seeing Danny go 
               down.  And I see it over and over 
               again.

                               MICHAEL
               Have you ever heard of one rider 
               causing another rider's wheel to 
               stop turning?

                               KELLY
               Sure.  You shoot a little aluminum
               rod out of a CO2 air target pistol,
               right into the spokes -- stops 
               everything cold, then disintegrates.

                               MICHAEL
               Does that happen a lot?

                               KELLY
               Bicycle racers did it all the time 
               in Europe.  It's dirty, but it does 
               win the race.  Why're you asking,
               anyway?  You gonna throw the race?

                               MICHAEL
               No.  And I'm going to see that 
               nobody else does, either.

     Kelly tries to rise, fumbles -- Michael extends his hand 
     and Kelly lets Michael help him to his feet.  He leans 
     against the bike, the pain in his legs obvious.

                               KELLY
               If you don't mind, I'd like to gear
               up in private.  I don't do it as 
               easily as I used to.

     Michael again offers his hand to Kelly.

                               MICHAEL
               I'm counting on you, buddy.

     Kelly shakes his hand and Michael leaves.

     EXT. KELLY'S GARAGE - MORNING

     Michael exits as Sabrina's climbing out of the back of the 
     step van.  As Kelly said, she looks extra pretty for the 
     day's upcoming event.  She smiles pleasantly at Michael.

                               SABRINA
               I heard you inside with Kelly.  I 
               thought I'd wait 'til you came out 
               before I thanked you.

                               MICHAEL
               Thanked me?  For what?

                               SABRINA
               Chasing away the person who tried to 
               wreck Kelly's bike.  Kelly told me 
               all about it.

                               MICHAEL
               Kelly didn't know I chased anybody.

     Sabrina seems flustered.  She laughs nervously.

                               SABRINA
               Well, we knew someone came to our 
               rescue....

     Michael stops her.

                               MICHAEL
               Why'd you do it, Sabrina?

                               SABRINA
               I don't know what you're talking
               about, Michael....

                               MICHAEL
               Don't play games with me.  What is
               it you really want?  First you write 
               to the Foundation that somebody
               murdered Danny, then you tell me 
               that Kelly was really supposed to be 
               the victim, and now you try to knock
               him out of the race yourself.  What's
               going on?

     She looks away a beat, then, strongly:

                               SABRINA
               I want my brother, alive.  I begged
               you to catch the murderer -- well, 
               you haven't.  And if Kelly goes out 
               on that trail, he's fair game.  I'm
               not just going to sit by and let 
               somebody kill him....

                               MICHAEL
               You're not in charge of his life,
               Sabrina.  He's a big boy.  If this 
               race means so much to him, you have 
               no right to stop him.

                               SABRINA
               I have the right that loving him 
               gives me.

                               KELLY'S VOICE
               That's not enough, Sis.

     WIDER ANGLE

     As Michael and Sabrina turn to see Kelly, standing shakily
     in the door to the garage.  Seeing her brother, Sabrina 
     appears stricken.

                               KELLY
               Michael saw through me -- I have
               wanted to die.  Now, I feel like 
               I've got something to do first --
               I've got to win this race for 
               Danny.  You can't stop me, Sabrina.
               Not if you love me.

     Sabrina rushes to Kelly and embraces him.  He looks over at 
     Michael, then awkwardly strokes his sister's back.

                               KELLY
               Hey, c'mon -- you'll ruin your 
               mascara.  All that preparation'll
               have been for nothing.

     Sabrina nods, releases Kelly.

                               KELLY
               Michael's going to keep an eye on
               me.  You heard him say that.  And
               he's got what it takes, believe me.
               That guy can drive.

                               MICHAEL
               I can even do wheelies.

     Sabrina looks over at Michael, just has to smile.

                               SABRINA
               You're both crazy.

                               KELLY
               And I'm still not dressed.

     He moves back into the garage, and Sabrina crosses to 
     Michael.

     CLOSE ON MICHAEL AND SABRINA

     She looks up at him, then down at the ground.

                               SABRINA
               I feel like a real jerk.

     Michael tilts her face up toward his.

                               MICHAEL
               But your mascara's still in place.

     He gently kisses her lips.

                               MICHAEL
               See you at the track?

                               SABRINA
               At the finish line.

     He moves away from her, climbs into K.I.T.T.  As he pulls 
     away, we move in on Sabrina, her concerned expression
     returning.

     EXT. OAKSIDE RACEGROUNDS - DAY

     now in the stages of pre-race preparation.

     ANGLE ON ROGER AND DARLENA

     walking in the sunlight together, looking from a distance
     like a contented couple.  As they come closer, we hear 
     their discussion:

                               DARLENA
               Roger, you're out of your polyesters
               if you think I'm going to spend the 
               entire race at the monitor.

                               ROGER
               It's not a matter of what I think,
               my dear.  It's simply in my contract.

                               DARLENA
               Contracts were made to be burned.

                               ROGER
               But you keep forgetting, Darlena --
               you're a replacement, and I've got 
               seniority.

     For once, Darlena doesn't have a comeback.  Roger smiles 
     sweetly.

                               ROGER
               So brush up on your color, sweet-
               meats -- we'll all be expecting a 
               titillating blow-by-blow.

     He walks off arrogantly.

     ANGLE ON K.I.T.T.

     pulling into the racegrounds, passing Darlena and heading
     toward the red, white and blue CARSTAIRS! motor home.

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

     Michael stops the car outside the colorful vehicle.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I can't tell you how glad I'll be 
               when this is all over.  I'm being 
               blinded by all this cheap metal.

                               MICHAEL
               How come when it's a car lot, it's
               the salt of the earth, and when it's 
               motorcycles, it's rats with the 
               plague?

                               K.I.T.T.
               We all see the world the way we want 
               to, don't we, Michael.

                               MICHAEL
               Maybe we do at that, Kitt.

     And he climbs out, heads for Lee's motor home.

     INT. LEE CARSTAIRS' MOTOR HOME - DAY - CLOSE ON LEE

     He's on the telephone, slipping on his racing gear while 
     talking into a mobile phone.

                               LEE
               Marty, when I win this race, and 
               kids see my name on their ten- 
               speeds, they'll know they can 
               ride 'em home from school over the 
               rooftops.

     We widen to see Michael across the motor home, inspecting
     some of the endorsements on the walls, while an entirely 
     new set of beautiful twins in CARSTAIRS!  T-shirts watches 
     him appreciatively.  Catching Michael's eye, Lee shrugs to 
     show how hopeless this phone call is.

                               LEE
               I'm going to win, Marty.  Trust me.

     Lee hangs up the phone, shaking his head.

                               LEE
               Carstairscycle.  A great idea, huh?

                               MICHAEL
               I get the feeling you could sell 
               just about anything.

                               LEE
               Well, you can't make a living winning 
               races -- which is something I haven't
               done lately, anyway.  Believe me,
               it's those endorsements that count.

                               MICHAEL
               Lee, have you ever heard of a guy's
               front wheel jamming in a race?

     Lee freezes.  He looks at Michael.

                               LEE
               What do you mean?

                               MICHAEL
               I was looking at some footage of
               last year's race, and it looked like 
               Kelly's wheel suddenly stopped 
               turning.

     Lee resumes dressing, but avoids Michael's gaze.

                               LEE
               I've never heard of it, but I 
               suppose it could happen.

     Now, Lee grabs his helmet, faces Michael with a smooth 
     smile.

                               LEE
               Hey, I hate to throw you out, but 
               I've got to beat the crowds to the 
               track so I can walk the course 
               before the race.

                               MICHAEL
               Sure, I understand.

     Michael walks to the door, pauses before exiting.

                               MICHAEL
               Good luck.

     As he leaves, we pull in on Lee's frozen expression.

     EXT. LEE CARSTAIRS' MOTOR HOME - DAY - ANGLE ON MICHAEL

     as he comes down the steps, and a voice rings out:

                               WADE'S VOICE
               Hey, stringbean -- I've got a bone 
               to pick with you.

     Michael stops and faces Wade as he approaches, dressed in 
     his racing unleathers and looking mean as only a hangover 
     can make a man feel.

                               MICHAEL
               Glad to see you had a chance to 
               sleep it off, Fortuno.

                               WADE
               What's between Sabrina and me is 
               none of your business.

                               MICHAEL
               I don't think it's any of your
               business, either.  She's not 
               interested.

                               WADE
               She was until you came along.

                               MICHAEL
               I doubt that.

     Michael starts toward K.I.T.T. and Wade grabs his arm.

                               WADE
               I think you need to learn some 
               manners, Stretch.

     And Wade hauls off to punch Michael.  Michael simply steps 
     aside and Wade's fist slams into the side of Lee's motor
     home.  It's a terrific impact that hurts considerably.

                               MICHAEL
               Gee, I sure hope you can still ride
               a bike with that bad hand of yours.

     Wade glares at him, then hurries off and vanishes between 
     the trailers.  Michael grins, then suddenly, from across 
     the grounds comes the blare of Kelly's step van's horn.

     ANGLE ON KELLY

     as he makes his grand entrance.  Red smoke billows from his
     tail pipe, blue smoke pours from each handlebar.  As Kelly 
     pops the bike into a wheelie, Roman candle-like rockets blast
     from the skid plate.

     CLOSE ON MICHAEL

     grinning, shaking his head at Kelly's audacity, as he 
     crosses to climb into K.I.T.T.

     EXT. OAKSIDE RACEGROUNDS - DAY

     now filled with color, life and noise -- all the excitement 
     of a major sporting event.

     ANGLE ON THE RACETRACK

     now readily visible in the broad daylight, a tortuous 
     assembly of moguls, mud pits, streams, and, across the long
     range, partially obscured by the distance, Widow's Mountain,
     tall and ominous.

     ANGLE ON THE RACERS

     preparing for competition, we move between the trailers and 
     crowd, singling out riders adjusting their racing togs,
     testing their bikes, making final adjustments, psyching up
     for combat.

     CLOSE ON ONE RACER

     whom we see only from the knees down, as gloved hands reach
     down and unzip one of the leggings.  Then, those same hands 
     appear holding a strange weapon -- a CO2 air target pistol.
     A short metal bar is fed into the gun, the mechanism is 
     checked; then the gun is safety-ed and slipped into the 
     unzipped legging.  The gloved hands then zip the pants up 
     over the gun and it appears only as a bulge visible to the 
     very discerning eye.  The legs walk away, toward an awaiting
     bike, climb on; the engine revs to life.  As the bike rides
     away, toward the starting line, we:

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              AND

                                              FADE OUT

                        END OF ACT THREE

                            ACT FOUR

     FADE IN

     EXT. OAKSIDE RACE GROUNDS - DAY - ON ROGER AND DARLENA

     Behind them, we see that everything's in full swing for the 
     big day.  Roger and Darlena (who's in a bright green
     jumpsuit) stare straight ahead -- they've given up talking 
     to each other.  The cameraman gives the "go" sign and they
     turn on their plastic smiles.

                               ROGER
               Welcome back to Talkabout.  We're at
               the Oakside Charity race, which is 
               about to begin any minute....

                               DARLENA
               ...yes, and Roger will be giving you 
               a blow by blow while I race myself 
               to the finish line to give the lucky
               first-placer a great big victory kiss.

     Roger looks at her for a moment, confused, then:

                               ROGER
               Ahhh, no, Darlena, I'm scheduled to
               be at the finish line.

                               DARLENA
               Roger, do you really think these awe-
               some athletes are going to want a 
               victory kiss from you?

                               ROGER
               You've gone too far this time,
               Webster!

                               CAMERAMAN
               Whoa, slow down -- cut, cut!

                               DARLENA
               Tough donuts, Floyd.  It's done, and 
               now the whole country's expecting me
               at the finish line.

     She turns and walks toward the trailers.

                               ROGER
               You're going the wrong way, bimbo-
               brain.

                               DARLENA
               I've got to change my attire.  You 
               don't think I'm going to be seen in 
               this old thing.

     Roger sits down again...defeated.

                               ROGER
                      (to his 
                       cameraman)
               I was doing Shakespeare before this!

     EXT. STARTING LINE - DAY

     as we see the racers lining up, decked out in their finest 
     unleathers, revving engines, checking out each other's 
     bikes.  Lee and Kelly are in the center, vying for the 
     spectators' attention.  Devon and April reach the starting
     line, Devon watching the racers with obvious nostalgia.  As 
     Michael approaches:

                               DEVON
                      (to April)
               The equipment may have changed, but 
               the raw excitement remains the same.
               I quite miss it.

     April looks up as Michael joins them.

                               APRIL
               You still look worried, Michael.
               Maybe we should postpone the race.

                               MICHAEL
               All I've got is a feeling, and that's 
               not enough to cancel all the work that's
               gone into this.

                               DEVON
               Then I think it's time to give the 
               officials the green light.

     As Devon approaches the officials' table, Michael looks at 
     the racers, unevenly lined up, looking like eager bloodhounds 
     straining on their leashes.  Kelly keeps lifting his front 
     wheel off the ground, making a lot of noise.

                               APRIL
               Why's Kelly doing that?

                               MICHAEL
                      (with a smile)
               It's his style, April.  Getting atten-
               tion.  Kelly's got to do things a 
               little bigger than everyone else,
               maybe because he feels so much 
               smaller inside.

                               APRIL
               Seems like an awful lot of trouble.

                               MICHAEL
               They call it promotion.  It's the 
               name of the game around here.  With-
               out it, you're...wait a minute -- 
               'promotion.'  That just might be it.

                               APRIL
               What do you mean?

                               MICHAEL
               I'll talk to you later.

     With that, Michael turns and hurries toward K.I.T.T.

     EXT. STARTING LINE - DAY - LOW ANGLE ON RACERS

     Camera starts on Kelly as he takes his place in the line,
     then pans over to Lee who looks over to Kelly with a cold
     stare.  All the engines are screeching at a deafening pitch
     as the official shoots off his starting pistol and they all 
     fly forward right over camera.

     ANGLE - TRACK - ON LOG WALL

     as the racers reach their first obstacle, a large pile of 
     logs.  Kelly, already in the lead, flies over the logs,
     managing to miss the narrow mud trench directly in front 
     of it.  Lee is right on his tail.

     Behind them, the other racers aren't so lucky, as we see 
     some spin out into the logs, while others make direct hits 
     into the mud trench.

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     as Michael reaches him, then gets inside.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - ANGLE ON MICHAEL

     Michael immediately turns on the monitor.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, I've been watching this race
               and have come to the conclusion that 
               there is very little difference 
               between motorcyclists and lemmings 
               jumping off cliffs.

                               MICHAEL
               At the moment, I need your attention 
               on something a little less hairy.  I
               want you to access Lee's management 
               contracts.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I hope you're not thinking of repre-
               senting him.  Every time I interface 
               with agency computers, I come away 
               wanting to count my circuits.

                               MICHAEL
               I think I've found a motive, Kitt.
               No wonder Carstairs pretended not to 
               know about CO2 guns.

     With that we angle to the monitor where the contracts begin
     flashing on the screen.  Michael pours over them.

     EXT. TRACK - DAY - ANGLE ON KELLY

     as he roars over a huge mud pool, and onto open road.  Lee
     is right behind him.  Camera pushes in as we see Lee reach 
     down to his unleathers and begin to unzip the legging --
     but he is bumped by Wade, who falls into the mud.  Lee 
     continues racing neck and neck with Kelly.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - FAVORING MONITOR

     as we hear the drone of the racing outside, Michael continues
     to look through the contracts.  Then:

                               MICHAEL
               Just what I thought.  Kitt, every 
               one of Lee's endorsement contracts
               ends this year.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I don't understand the connection.

                               MICHAEL
               Lee told me himself he doesn't live 
               off the race money.  The endorsements 
               are his bread and butter.  Without 
               them he can't make ends meet.

                               K.I.T.T.
               What does that have to do with this 
               race?

                               MICHAEL
               Lee has to win to reestablish himself
               as a champion or there's not an adver-
               tiser in town who's going to need his 
               name or mug shot.  Kelly is the only 
               rider equal to him.  I'll bet you, Lee 
               got caught in his own sabotage last year.

     Michael starts up K.I.T.T.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Are you going to stop the race?

                               MICHAEL
               That's like stopping a stampede.  No,
               Kitt, you and I have just become the 
               first four-wheel motorcycle team in 
               history!

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     as Michael jams the Trans Am in gear and they tear toward 
     the starting line.

     EXT. STARTING LINE - DAY - ANGLE ON K.I.T.T.

     racing across the line and onto the track, to the shocked 
     astonishment of spectators, officials, and Channel Three 
     camera crew.

     ANGLE ON DEVON AND APRIL

     utterly shocked by Michael's actions.

     ANGLE ON ROGER

     sitting in his director's chair, camera in front, looking 
     into a monitor which shows the race in progress.

                               ROGER
               ...and it looks like there's no 
               separating Travis and Carstairs as 
               they continue to share the lead...as
               they have since the beginning of the 
               race.  Bringing up the rear are McNamer,
               Adair and...a big black car.

     Roger stops for a moment, then does a double take.

     EXT. TRACK - FULL

     as we see the very strange sight of K.I.T.T. "rough and 
     tumbling" it down the track, passing by some very surprised
     racers.  Michael is coming up to the first big obstacle:
     the log wall with the mud trench behind it.

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

     as he's holding fast on the rocky course.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, I'm developing a modicum of 
               respect for these motorcycles.  This 
               is rather hard on the frame.

                               MICHAEL
               The bones don't have it any easier,
               pal.
                      (then)
               Looks like we've got a little challenge
               coming up.  I hate to do this to you.

                               K.I.T.T.
               That's okay, Michael.  It's for 
               charity.

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - ON LOG WALL

     as K.I.T.T. penetrates right through the log wall, sending
     splintered wood in all directions.  His speed sends him 
     gliding right over the narrow mud trench.

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

     as he settles back down.

                               MICHAEL
               That was great, Kitt!  Maybe we do
               have a future as a racing team.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Heaven forbid, Michael.

     EXT. RACECOURSE - STRAIGHTAWAY - DAY

     A strip of smooth roadway, as Kelly and Lee, with a 
     tremendous lead, burst between two trees and race onto it.

     CLOSER ANGLE - LEE

     With no one behind him, and a clean ride ahead, he unzips
     his legging and pulls out the CO2 air target pistol.

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - DAY

     as Michael continues down the course, passing more racers,
     reaching the giant mud pool.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - FAVORING MONITOR

     showing a sonar depth analysis.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, my sonar indicates that 
               pool is much deeper than it looks.

                               MICHAEL
               Let's not find out how deep, Kitt.

     As Michael hits the turbo button:

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - LOW ANGLE - SLOW MOTION

     flying all the way over the pool, the racers...landing on 
     the other side.

     ANGLE - ROGER AND CAMERAMAN

     as he continues to stare at the monitor, unable to believe
     what he's seeing.

                               CAMERAMAN
               Uh, Roger?  Roger, we're on the air.

     Realizing that the camera is still on him, Roger turns to 
     it...rather tongue-tied.

                               ROGER
               Oh, hi...uh...it seems that a car 
               has sort of entered the race and is
               flying over...things, so...we'll be 
               right back after this commercial.

     EXT. COURSE - DAY - STRAIGHTAWAY

     Kelly and Lee, still alone, speeding on the straightaway.

     CLOSER ANGLE - LEE

     Keeping the air pistol close to his side, he aims it down
     at Kelly's front wheel.  We can see the metal rod, with the 
     "flower hook" sticking out of the barrel of the gun.  Kelly
     is totally concentrating on his riding, and doesn't even
     notice Lee's presence.

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

     as he drives toward trees and the straightaway beyond.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, I've picked up Lee and he's 
               holding some kind of weapon.

                               MICHAEL
               Not for long.

                               K.I.T.T.
               But the trees, Michael -- the opening 
               between them isn't wide enough....

                               MICHAEL
               There's no way I'm letting that 
               'soap salesman' get away, Kitt.
               We're a team, right?  Then let's act 
               like one!

     With that, Michael flips the left side booster switch.

     EXT. STRAIGHTAWAY - BY TREES - DAY - ANGLE ON K.I.T.T.

     suddenly lifting onto his two right wheels, driving between
     the trees without touching a leaf.

     OTHER SIDE OF TREES

     as K.I.T.T. settles back on all fours, onto the straightaway.
     Kelly and Lee are still some distance ahead.

     ANGLE ON KELLY AND LEE

     Lee's about to shoot the metal rod into Kelly's front 
     wheel when suddenly, K.I.T.T. seems to tear out of nowhere
     at incredible speed, cutting between the two motorcycles,
     just as Lee fires the pistol.

     CLOSEUP - K.I.T.T.'S SIDE

     as the rod bounces off and falls to the ground.

     ANGLE ON KELLY

     turning and noticing K.I.T.T. for the first time.  At first
     he's surprised, then, with a smile, he gives Michael a 
     thumbs up and accelerates forward off the straightaway.

     ANGLE ON LEE

     as he drops his gun, now angles away from Kelly, hoping to 
     shake the pursuing car.

     WIDER ANGLE

     as K.I.T.T. drives parallel to Lee and Michael pops the 
     sunroof.  Michael stands on the driver's seat and reaching
     out, pulls the renegade racer off his bike and into the 
     car.  Lee's bike continues on its own for a few feet, then 
     crashes to the ground.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - ON MICHAEL AND LEE

     as Michael slams Lee over to the passenger side.  As they 
     struggle:

                               MICHAEL
               Give me a hand, Kitt.

     K.I.T.T. drops the sunroof down, hitting Lee on the head
     and knocking him out.  He slumps down peacefully in the 
     passenger seat.

                               MICHAEL
               Thank you.  I couldn't have done it 
               better myself.
                      (then)
               Looks like Kelly's home free now.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Not unless his home's at the foot of
               the mountain.  Michael, my scanner
               shows that Kelly has stopped his 
               bike.

                               MICHAEL
               He's lost his nerve, Kitt.

                               K.I.T.T.
               He's also losing his lead.  I'm 
               detecting four racers less than a 
               hundred yards behind Kelly.

                               MICHAEL
               Come on, let's give him a little 
               boost.

     EXT. FOOT OF WIDOW'S MOUNTAIN - DAY

     as we see Kelly, sitting on his bike, staring up at the 
     mountain...terrified.  Michael races over to him, then 
     stops.  Kelly talks, never taking his eyes off the mountain.

                               MICHAEL
               You've got to get up that mountain.
               You've got to win.

                               KELLY
               I can't go up there.

                               MICHAEL
               Kelly, listen to me.  What happened 
               last year wasn't your fault.  Lee
               shot a rod into your front wheel to 
               make you fall.  And there's no way 
               he's going to do it this time.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, the other racers are only 
               fifty yards behind now.

                               KELLY
               I'm sorry, but without Danny, I just 
               feel too alone going up there.

                               MICHAEL
               You won't be alone, Kelly.  I'm 
               going with you.

     Kelly looks over to him for the first time and smiles, 
     gives Michael the thumbs-up sign.  Michael returns the sign
     as, with determination, Kelly revvs his bike and begins up 
     the treacherous mountain.

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

     as he also starts up the mountain.

                               MICHAEL
               Okay Kitt, let's see just what those 
               drop-down high-traction wheels can 
               do.

                               K.I.T.T.
               I thought you'd never make the 
               suggestion, Michael.

     EXT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - ANGLE ON BACK WHEELS

     as large, high-traction wheels drop down, covering the 
     standard wheels which then retract up into K.I.T.T.'s
     shell.  As Michael accelerates, we see them spin for a 
     beat, then catch the dirt, push the Trans Am up the 
     mountain with surging power.

     EXT. WIDOW'S MOUNTAIN - DAY

     as K.I.T.T. overtakes Kelly and, side by side, car and 
     motorcycle tear up the steep slope.

     EXT. TOP OF MOUNTAIN - DAY

     as Danny on his bike and Michael in K.I.T.T. come over the 
     crest, and fly down the other side toward the finish line.

     EXT. FINISH LINE - DAY

     where a finish banner flips in the breeze.  Sabrina is 
     nearby, waiting anxiously.  Darlena is at the finish line,
     wearing a rainbow colored jumpsuit, and yet another 
     hairdo.  She is yelling at a remote cameraman.

                               DARLENA
               This is my show, buster, so don't
               tell me what to do.  I want to be 
               right at the line so that I can be 
               the first to see the winner.

     ANOTHER ANGLE

     Devon and April join Sabrina, as the crowd cheers.  Kelly
     glides across the finish line, followed immediately by 
     K.I.T.T.  Darlena tries to get to Kelly, but he's already
     surrounded by Sabrina, Devon, April and a horde of well-
     wishers.  Without warning, four other bikes roar across the
     line spewing mud...and covering Darlena's new jumpsuit and 
     hairdo.  All she can do is look around in shock.

     ROGER

     at the base camp watching the "attack" on Darlena on his 
     monitor.  He smiles, then to camera:

                               ROGER
               Let's see that on instant replay.

     TOP OF MOUNTAIN - FULL

     as Michael comes out, and runs to Kelly.  He gives him a 
     brotherly hug.

                               MICHAEL
               You did it, kid!

                               KELLY
               No -- we did it.

     Camera cranes up and over as we:

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              AND

                                              FADE OUT

                         END OF ACT FOUR

                               TAG

     FADE IN

     EXT. ENDURO RACETRACK GROUNDS - DAY - CLOSE ON RACE BANNER

     as two race officials take it down, then widen to see the 
     surrounding area, which is now almost completely cleared.
     Devon and April are talking to Michael -- K.I.T.T.'s behind
     them.

                               DEVON
               Well, Michael, the race was a complete 
               success.  The proceeds far exceeded our
               expectations.

                               MICHAEL
               That's great.  I guess our little 
               last minute entry didn't hurt.

                               APRIL
               No, in fact, I've had dozens of 
               calls from promoters begging for 
               Kitt's services.

                               MICHAEL
               Don't tell him that -- it'll go to
               his head.

     Devon walks away as Kelly's step van drives up and the back
     doors pop open.  Seeing this:

                               APRIL
               Oh, no, not again.

     This time, though, when Kelly rolls down the ramp, it's in 
     a motorized wheelchair, small red and blue "smokers" attached
     to the armrests.  He skids up to Michael, grinning.  He holds 
     his custom helmet in his lap.  Sabrina smiles from the 
     driver's seat.

                               SABRINA
               Pretty sharp, huh?  Once he masters
               the wheelies, he's all set.

     Kelly hands his helmet to Michael.

                               KELLY
               I want you to have this.  I decided 
               that when I'm walking again, I'll 
               give up racing...find something else 
               to put my energies into.

                               MICHAEL
               Whatever it is, I hope it can stand 
               you.  That's a lot of energy.

     Sabrina smiles as Devon now returns walking a small, digni-
     fied Honda 250 motorcycle.  On the seat are a jacket, gloves
     and helmet.  He smiles proudly as he dons jacket and gloves.

                               DEVON
               I've decided to dust off 'Dusty Miles'
               one more time, and take a spin.  I'll
               see you back at the Foundation.

     He puts on the helmet, climbs onto the bike...and to every-
     one's amazement, rides out of the race grounds.  Michael
     shrugs, climbs into K.I.T.T. and follows Devon toward the 
     highway.

     INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY - ANGLE ON MICHAEL

     as they move in behind Devon, who's riding cautiously.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Honestly, Michael, the fact that 
               Devon would choose that two-wheeled 
               can opener over the comfort of an 
               automobile is immensely insulting.

                               MICHAEL
               You may have a point there.

     Michael looks out at Devon, and a mischievous smile crosses 
     his face.

                               MICHAEL
               In fact, I think we should demonstrate
               the superiority of a four-wheeled 
               machine.

                               K.I.T.T.
               Michael, you wouldn't....

     As Michael reaches for turbo boost....

     EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY - ANGLE ON K.I.T.T. AND DEVON

     Just as the car's about to lift off the road, we:

                                              FREEZE FRAME

                                              AND

                                              FADE OUT

                             THE END