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KNIGHT RIDER
DEADLY MANEUVERS
by
William Schmidt
&
Bob Shayne
Contributing Writer:
Steven E. de Souza
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(3 pages missing)...
A BUSY FOUR-LANE HIGHWAY - DAY
stretching into the desert. The highway is crowded with
travellers and truckers. From o.s., we hear:
K.I.T.T. (o.s.)
Michael, you're in trouble!
MICHAEL (o.s.)
(tense)
I can handle it!
K.I.T.T. (o.s.)
You have less than an eight point
seven percent chance of survival.
MICHAEL (o.s.)
I'm doing my best!
K.I.T.T.
(o.s.)
Take evasive action!
MICHAEL (o.s.)
Wait! No!
CLOSE ON MONITOR SCREEN IN THE KNIGHT INDUSTRIES 2000
A simulated car crashes on the screen, with accompanying sounds of destruction. Then the screen reads, "SORRY -
YOU'RE DEAD!" and a miniature cross springs up where the car used to be.
As we pull back, we see that Michael has an Atari-type
control hooked up to the monitor. It's one of the "Auto
Race" games.
K.I.T.T.
Tough luck.
MICHAEL
Stupid computer games. No offense.
K.I.T.T.
You suck. No offense.
MICHAEL
You think you're pretty tough. Why
don't you play?
K.I.T.T.
Because you'll urinate in your pants,
and on my interior again! Remember last
time?
MICHAEL
That was unrelated! I just finished a
Super Big Gulp... you hit a big bump.
(beat)
You know what? You suck! Manual control!
I'm going to drive you into a...
Michael looks out the window at ---
OMITTED
MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW
At the side of the highway is a broken down compact car. The hood is up. Peering inside at the engine is a very
pretty woman of about twenty-five, dressed in Army skirt and matching jacket. This is Lieutenant Robin Mirian Ladd.
INT. KNIGHT INDUSTRIES 2000
as it passes the car.
MICHAEL
Wait -- let's go back.
K.I.T.T.
Our orders were to meet Devon in
Santa Clara.
MICHAEL
Yeah, but does Devon have an ass like
that?
We'll get there. But
first... we have to
do a service for our country.
K.I.T.T.
Perhaps I should drive again so you
can fix your hair and make sure the
top three buttons of your shirt are
undone.
MICHAEL
Finally! It's about time you
did
something for me!
K.I.T.T.
(incredulous)
What? Don't you remember what happened
with Daryll the "Jackyll" last...
MICHAEL
(sarcastic)
Oh! Look at me! I'm a talking car! I
can save peoples' lives! Fuck!
You're
so self-centred. Pull over so I can
get me some tail. Wouldn't you like a
piece of that?
K.I.T.T.
No, Michael... I wouldn't.
MICHAEL
Why not? Wouldn't you like
to...
get under her hood?
K.I.T.T.
No.
MICHAEL
Check her alignment?
K.I.T.T.
Please don't -
MICHAEL
Rotate her tires?
K.I.T.T.
...make those suggestive analogies.
They're demeaning.
MICHAEL
No... they're 'da meanest'! Ha!
Continues chuckling to himself as he exits the Trans Am. Robin looks up from the car. On closer inspection, she is even prettier, though irritated.
MICHAEL
Hi -- Michael Knight.
They start to shake hands. Hers is full of grease. They
laugh and put their hands down.
ROBIN
Robin Ladd. And aggravated.
MICHAEL
What's the matter?
ROBIN
I'm sober. Oh! The car... I'm not
sure -- the temperature gauge
went crazy, then the car over-
heated and stalled. I can't
get it started.
Michael checks something. But he's not really sure what to check on, either.
ROBIN
I haven't been sober in two years --
and now I've been stuck here for two
hours!
MICHAEL
I'll be right back.
He heads back to K.I.T.T.
12 pages missing.
EXT. MUNITIONS BUILDING - DUSK
Sgt. Perkins is talking with Mank and Cotler. Mank is
agitated.
MANK
She wasn't supposed to have come in
until next week -- when the Ordinance
tests were over.
COTLER
And who's that guy, Knight? He was
'just passing through' -- now he's
hanging around.
PERKINS
Just keep an eye on them...both of
them.
The camera tightens on Perkins.
PERKINS
(continuing)
And let's hope we don't need another
military funeral.
COTLER
But I don't think Knight is in the
military, Sir.
PERKINS
(agitated)
Shut up, Cotler.
OMITTED
FADE TO BLACK
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN
EXT. PX PARKING LOT - DAY
Army personnel stream in and out of the PX. Parked in the lot are various cars, Army vehicles, a catering truck --
whose Vendor doles out plastic-coated sandwiches and plastic-tasting coffee -- and the Knight 2000.
INT. KNIGHT 2000
Sipping coffee, Michael is looking at ---
MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW - MEDICAL BUILDING
A door labeled "Medical Records" is guarded by an MP. He checks everyone entering.
BACK TO SCENE
MICHAEL
Kitt, we have to get that medical
report.
K.I.T.T.
'We', Michael? I think I would
attract a great deal of attention
inside that building.
MICHAEL
Unfortunately, so would I...unless....
Michael stops. He's noticed the activity at the catering truck behind him.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, I detect a certain tone in
your voice.
MICHAEL
Oh? What tone is that?
K.I.T.T.
The one where you're convinced
you've come up with a brilliant
idea. The next thing you know,
you're doing something foolhardy and
I'm in my surveillance mode.
MICHAEL
Kitt?
K.I.T.T.
Yes, Michael?
MICHAEL
Go into surveillance mode.
K.I.T.T.
But I hate surveillance mode!
MICHAEL
Why is that my problem?
K.I.T.T.
Because we're partners... and friends.
MICHAEL
Fuck that. How many times do I have
to explain this to you? You are a
machine. I am a hu-man be-ing. We
can never be friends. We just work
together.
K.I.T.T.
(dejected)
Yes, Michael. I'm sorry. You're right.
MICHAEL
Kitt?
K.I.T.T.
(expectant)
Yes Michael?
MICHAEL
Surveillance Mode? Hello?
(under his breath)
Jesus Christ. I'm going to
talk to Bonnie tonight!
K.I.T.T.
Yes, Michael. I'm sorry. Please
don't
get Bonnie involved.
Michael gets out of the car, smirking. Some interesting lights blink on.
3 pages missing.
INT. MEDICAL RECORDS BUILDING - DAY
Michael is selling goodies out of his basket in the front hall. He is checking out the hallway and rooms, not really
paying much attention to the fat GI who is buying up almost everything in the basket.
SOLDIER
Where's Sanj?
MICHAEL
Sanj? Is that Indian?
SOLDIER
Nah -- the sandwich man. Where's
the sandwich man? You get it?
"Sanj" -
Sandwich? Are you stupid or something?
MICHAEL
Don't call me stupid! "Sanj" is on
vacation. Sandwich Islands.
The Soldier holds up a can of soda.
SOLDIER
How much?
MICHAEL
(not sure)
Uh... forty-five cents.
SOLDIER
Forty-five! Sanj usually charges
thirty-five!
MICHAEL
He obviously isn't as concerned about your
weight problem as I am. How about a diet
soda for thirty-five cents, Private Tubby?
SOLDIER
Wait a minute... you're not a real sandwich
vendor.
MICHAEL
Uh... uh... uh... oh man! What do I do?
SOLDIER
What?
MICHAEL
Turns his back on the soldier
(under his
breath)
Crap! He's going to find out
everything. What do I do? I
want to have sex with Robin so bad.
SOLDIER
What's going on here?
MICHAEL
(comlink)
Kitt! You've got to help me! I'm so
Sorry for everything I said. Please
Just kill this guy for me! Please!
Kitt! I love you! Do you hear me?
I love you!
MICHAEL crouches down into a ball, crying, but sticking his comlink out at the soldier.
SOLDIER
What the -
Soldier suddenly falls to the ground dead. Michael picks up one of the candy bars the soldier dropped and begins to eat it between sobs.
19 pages missing.
MICHAEL
(comlink)
K.I.T.T., he's heading for the south window.
K.I.T.T.
(comlink)
I've got him, Michael.
INT. PERKINS' APARTMENT - ON PERKINS
PERKINS
throws down salt shaker, runs out to balcony and jumps over railing.
EXT. PERKINS' APARTMENT - DAY
PERKINS
falls and lands from two-story jump and momentum carries him into a roll. Audible scream on landing. He has broken his ankle.
CUT TO
EXT. STREET - DAY
PERKINS
tries to run but falls in obvious pain. K.I.T.T.'s turbines can be heard out of shot, growing louder and then Trans
Am's tires screeching.
CUT TO
EXT. - DAY - ON PERKINS LYING IN STREET
K.I.T.T.'s front fender enters view and stops above PERKINS's chest. PERKINS face fills with fear and then he sighs with relief when K.I.T.T. stops.
CUT TO
EXT. STREET - DAY
MICHAEL
comes running up to K.I.T.T. and PERKINS. He taps Trans Am's hood.
MICHAEL
Good work, Buddy.
K.I.T.T.
Thank you, Michael.
MICHAEL
Now...Perkins...what are we going
to do with you?
CUT TO
PERKINS' pained face, angry.
K.I.T.T.
Michael, he's broken three metatarsals.
CUT TO
MICHAEL
(confused)
Will he live?
K.I.T.T.
Do you even know what a metatarsal is?
Extreme close-up on MICHAEL's face
MICHAEL
(indignant)
Shut up.
K.I.T.T.
Pardon me?
MICHAEL
(flustered)
I said shut up!
K.I.T.T.
Huh?
MICHAEL
(starts sobbing)
You know I dropped out of high school
so I could -
CUT TO
K.I.T.T.
Oh, Christ! Not this again. Don't
you ever get tired of telling that
stupid sob story? Perkins, do yourself
a favour and die before you have to
listen to this.
CUT TO
MICHAEL
(choking back tears)
Fine.
(turns to PERKINS)
All right, scumbag, who paid you to kill me?
PERKINS
I'm not saying anything!
MICHAEL
K.I.T.T? Is he really not going to tell me?
CUT TO
K.I.T.T. interior dashboard monitor
K.I.T.T.
Scanning vitals.
(on-screen image of human body with pulsing
points at lymph node areas)
Scans indicate that he is telling the truth,
Michael: he will not tell you anything.
MICHAEL
(checks his watch)
Damn it! Is there anything we can do? Give
him chocolate or something?
K.I.T.T.
(disbelief)
What?!?
MICHAEL
(checks watch)
Never mind.
(pleading)
C'mon Perkins.
Just tell me. I'll be your friend.
PERKINS
(indignant)
Never!
MICHAEL
(apologetic)
Fuck this...
(pulls out a handgun and shoots PERKINS)
I have a date.
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