KNIGHT RIDER 2000
75 INT. MADDOCK’S OFFICE – TIGHT ON SHAWN – DAY
The tears are gone, evaporated by hatred.
I don’t want to do this. When I see their faces…I won’t be able to hide anything.
She paces forward, exposing Michael, Devon and Maddock. Michael steps behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Give yourself some credit.
Michael, maybe she’s right. This could be too dangerous.
It’s the only way we can get them.
He looks back at her.
76 INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT – DAY
As Shawn enters, stoically weaving her way through station.
SHAWN’S POINT OF VIEW
as familiar faces step into view…the friends that betrayed her. A nod here, a smile there. Strand spots Shawn with an awkward acknowledgement.
waves back, struggling to hide any signs of knowledge. Her eyes then fall on:
who’s just stepped around the corner with a cup of coffee. Hedges makes no attempt to be cordial. A beat later KURT appears. He is the hardest one. A moment of uneasiness, then Shawn steps toward him.
This is a pleasant surprise.
Yeah…same here. I left a few things in my locker.
Guess I’ll see you around.
He nods. She forces a nearly successful smile, moving on. Kurt watches her go, Hedges joining him. Watching with eagle eyes.
77 EXT. TWO-LANE HIGHWAY – SAME TIME –DAY
On the city outskirts. The black Volvo has its hood up, Michael opposite it as a POLICE OFFICER pulls up in his black-and-white.
Who says there’s not a cop around when you need one?
Car troubles, huh?
Dead battery. I’d really appreciate a jump.
He goes for his cables. Michael returning to K.I.T.T.
Adam 2525, right on schedule.
I’ll say one thing about the police, they’re consistent and dependable. Unlike some people I know.
Don’t start on me, K.I.T.T.
78 INT. POLICE DEPT. CORRIDOR – SAME TIME
as Shawn walks down the hallway. She arrives at an intersection, which indicates LOCKER ROOMS to the left. Shawn turns right.
79 INT. POLICE COMMUNICATIONS ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
as Shawn discreetly enters, spotting an unmanned computer cubicle.
Shawn quickly sits, grabbing a computerized “screen pencil” and begins pointing at icon choices on the monitor.
TIGHT ON MONITOR
As the main menu disappears, entering a “TELE-LINK” program. The pencil points to “INTERNAL RECORDS” followed by “GLOBAL TRANSFER” and finally “PREPARE FOR DOWNLOAD.” A choice pops up “DESTINATION?”
Puts down the pencil and types something into the keyboard.
TIGHT ON MONITOR
As “MOBILE UNIT – ADAM 2525” is typed in opposite the query.
80 EXT. HIGHWAY – SAME TIME – DAY
As the Police Officer finishes snapping the jumpers to his battery, the opposite ends now connected to K.I.T.T.
Go ahead and crank her over.
ADJUST to K.I.T.T.’s interior as Michael turns the key, whispering.
Start the download.
Michael turns the key, the engine turning over but not starting.
TIGHT ON K.I.T.T.’S DASH
His monitor contains the same menu as Shawn’s. suddenly “DOWNLOAD IN PROGRESS” begins to flash in red.
RETURN TO SCENE
As K.I.T.T.’s engine continues to crank without starting. The Officer climbs from his car, approaching Michael.
Sounds like your have problems beyond your battery.
He’s getting awfully close. Michael glances at the screen, then back at him. The download still isn’t complete. Michael quickly hops out, stopping him from seeing the dash.
You’re telling me. She has a mind of her own, Officer – a real pain in the butt sometimes. But I’m sure she’ll start on the next try.
He shrugs,moving back to his unit as Michael does the same.
You enjoyed that, didn’t you?
Finish the download.
81 INT. COMMUNICATIONS ROOM/POLICE CORRIDOR – SAME TIME
As Shawn exits, heading back to Daniels’ office. ADJUST TO FIND STRAND, having just seen her leave the Communications Room. He sips his coffee, curious.
82 INT. K.I.T.T. – CONTINUOUS
As the Volvo engine starts up. On the monitor “TRANSFER COMPLETE” flashes and beeps.
POLICE OFFICER (O.S.)
Wow – no wonder your battery’s drained.
The Officer has just appeared at the driver’s window, taking in the far from ordinary Volvo dash. Michael’s mind races for a simple explanation but K.I.T.T. instantly replaces the screen menu with a Seahawks game.
How are the Seahawks doing?
We’re ahead fourteen to zip at the beginning of the third.
The cop’s eyebrows raise. Michael tries to smile, glancing at the dash.
It’s a kit from Radio Shack.
83 INT KNIGHT FOUNDATION – TIGHT ON PERSONNEL FILES
Held in Michael’s hand as she skims them. Digital photos accompany each of them: Hedges, Marla, Strand, Justin, Miller, Kurt. And others we recognize from Watts’ office.
84 INT. MADDOCK’S OFFICE – WIDER – NIGHT
Michael shuffles between the files. Devon, Maddock and Shawn are sorting through varius documents as well.
Ten for ten. They were all assigned.
Assigned to what?
Delivering the confiscated police issues for destruction.
There must’ve been over eight thousand handguns….
Maybe they did some kind of swap, fake ones for the real thing. We’re talking serious money here.
Who was their Captain at the time?
It doesn’t mean she knew about it. They could’ve acted entirely on their own.
You don’t know the system like I do, Devon. They would’ve needed inside help.
85 INT. POLICE LOCKER ROOM – SAME TIME – NIGHT
As the Police Officer who helped Michael returns from his shift. Hedges and Strand are changing into civilian clothes nearby.
(to fellow cop)
You shoulda seen the car I gave a jump to today, Charlie. The whole dash was decked with TV screens and a computer console.
Musta been that new Vette I’ve been reading about.
Naw, it was just an old Volvo. The damn thing artificial intelligence too – it was transferring some kinda data and then switched to the King Dome and gave me the score!
He chuckles, shaking his head. Hedges and Strand swap glances, shutting their lockers and quickly exiting.
86 INT. MADDOCK’S OFFICE – SAME TIME – NIGHT
As Devon steps into the room, handing another dossier to Michael.
K.I.T.T. just completed the workup of Shawn’s memory.
Shawn immediately sits down next to Michael, devouring he information with him.
Looks like he matched that face to a file.
The 4000 would’ve had it done two hours ago.
Sure, if it worked.
It’ll be fully operational by tomorrow morning – just ahead of our deadline.
Glances exchanged. This means goodbye to K.I.T.T….and possibly Michael. Maddock shows little concern.
So what’s this guy’s real name?
Watts. Johnny Watts.
She gravely studies the file of her near-murderer.
INSERT – FILE
The distorted memory image of Johnny Watts pointing his gun at Shawn is accompanied by typed data.
He’s a former homicide detective, which is why he didn’t show up in the current personnel records.
RETURN TO SCENE
As Michael hands the document to Maddock.
Served in the Philippine War in ’93 before joining Seattle P.D.
Yeah, a weapons specialist. Watts was in charge of delivering all the police issues for destruction.
It says he was working directly under Daniels.
Maddock nods, impressed. Gives the dossier back to Michael.
Not bad – at least K.I.T.T. goes out with a bang.
I’d say the bang is premature – K.I.T.T. still has plenty left to do.
Is there and address on Mr. Watts?
87 INT. WATTS’ PENTHOUSE OFFICE – SAME TIME – NIGHT
Strand and Hedges are facing Watts.
You’re telling me they tapped into the police mainframe?
The log showed a global download of the personnel files. It’s only a matter of time before they put it together.
Watts calmly stands and paces.
A complete loss of memory, huh?
He approaches one of his delicate sculptures, caressing the side of it. Watts furiously backhands it with no warning, the entire work SHATTERING against his wall. His psychotic scale tips back to serene as he faces them.
I don’t enjoy being tense. But I’m sure there’s a solution.
Yes, Sir, there is.
88 INT. ANACORTES PRISON – TIGHT ON CRYOGENIC DRAWER – NIGHT
As it pneumatically slides open, revealing an empty chamber. WIDEN to find Michael and Shawn, standing with a PRISON GUARD.
Don’t tell me he escaped.
He re-checks his paperwork, flipping back several sheets.
Here we go. Watts, John J. Convicted in 1998 for fatally shooting a suspect with a banned handgun. Early parole on February nineteen.
For what, good behavior?
I don’t make the rules, lady.
She nods, taking a frustrated breath.
She knows. She’s sorry.
89 EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT
As a dark-red blur winds its way down the highway in excess of 150 miles per hour. The Knight 4000.
90 INT. KNIGHT 400 – NIGHT (INFRARED/PROCESS)
Maddock’s behind the wheel, Devon across from him.
KNIGHT 4000 (MADDOCK’S VOICE)
Sir, would you like me to engage in auto infrared operation?
Maddock takes his hands off the wheel, folding his arms snugly as their night vision of moonlighted trees and farmland fences suddenly switches to a HIGH CONTRAST INFRARED IMAGE, the trees going bright-white against a dark red sky.
It’s very impressive but I really think we should slow down.
KNIGHT 4000 (MADDOCK’S VOICE)
There is no need for concern – I’m programmed to cruise at the optimum speed calibrated to a risk factor of .7 which on this roadway calculates at 243 kilometers per hour.
Suddenly a deer steps into the road.
Maddock grabs the wheel, swerving to avoid the animal.
91 EXT. HIGHWAY – SIMULTANEOUS
As the Knight 4000 comes straight for us, veering to the left at the last possible second, nearly careening off the edge of the road.
ANGLE – SIDE OF HIGHWAY
as the deer darts back into the brush, unharmed.
92 INT. KNIGHT 4000 – SAME TIME
as Devon fires a look at Maddock.
I assume you have an explanation.
KNIGHT 4000 (MADDOCK’S VOICE)
I’ve been prioritized to advoid human beings and large inanimate objects which could harm my chassis. We would have sustained no damage whatsoever by striking that animal.
Devon gives Maddock a serious look.
It’s a small fix.
93 EXT. KNIGHT FOUNDATION – CONTINUOUS
As the Knight 4000 pulls into the lot. A quiet moment between these two men.
Overall, what do you think?
I’m not looking for praise, Devon, I want your honest opinion…it means a lot to me.
I think you’ve done a remarkable job. It meets and in most cases surpasses all our technical criteria.
Maddock smiles; he needed to hear this.
I know we do things very differently…but believe it or not, our goal is the same. K.I.T.T. was an exceptional car for his time, no question about it. It’s just that the time has come to pass the baton.
It’s true, the Knight 4000 us superior in every way…
…except one. It lacks K.I.T.T.’s humanity.
Humans make mistakes. After prosecuting scum for so many years, always having to fight defense lawyers and politicians who only care about winning, well, I’ve lost faith in human beings.
Maybe it’s time you renewed it. Loyalty and respect can’t be dictated, Russ. It has to be earned…whether you’re a car or the head of a Foundation.
Devon climbs from the 4000, leaning back in.
All that being said, you’ve done a damn good job and I’m very proud to have you as a partner.
Maddock nods back respectfully. He drives away as Devon heads for his parked sedan…
..But Devon never makes it. Hedges appears behind him, BUTTING HIM ON THE HEAD WITH HER GUN.
94 EXT. ANACORTES PRISON – NIGHT
As Michael and Shawn return to K.I.T.T. in the parking lot. Just as they get there:
Michael, my sensors indicate we have company.
I don’t see anybody.
A POLICE UNIT immediately appears on the hilltop above them. Followed by another. And then another after that. Six in all…like Indians on the ridge above General Custer. Michael climbs into K.I.T.T., Shawn deftly rolling over the Volvo hood and swiftly hopping into her side. They speed off as the squad cars burn down the hill in pursuit.
95 INT. K.I.T.T. – NIGHT
as Michael floors it, checking his rearview.
You’re gonna have to pull out all the stops, buddy.
They’ve been pulled. This is a family sedan, remember?
96 EXT. STREETS – NIGHT
as K.I.T.T. speeds through an intersection. Two beats then six police units converge from three different streets.
97 INT. K.I.T.T. – SIMULTANEOUS
as Michael swerves though another corner.
Use your E.I.D. on them!
I tried – their ignition systems must have a scrambler I can’t penetrate. Prepare for a collision.
98 EXT. DOCKSIDE ROAD – CONTINUOUS
as the Volvo races towards us just as a police unit shoots out of an alley. K.I.T.T. deftly swerves and broadsides the Miata, sending it off an embankment.
99 INT. K.I.T.T. – CONTINUOUS
The steering wheel is turning by itself now.
What are you doing?
You’ll have to trust me.
The wheel spins into a hard right turn and:
100 EXT. DOCKSIDE ROAD – CONTINUOUS
The Volvo drives onto a wooden dock, heading towards the ocean. A brief pause, then five Miatas are hot on their trail.
101 INT. K.I.T.T. – CONTINUOUS
racing down the bumpy wooden planks.
We’re gonna go off the end of the dock!
But just before this happens, K.I.T.T. slams on the brakes, stopping three feet from the edge, his engine cutting. Michael looks in the rearview, seeing the train of police cars speeding towards them. Shawn spins around, seeing them too.
I hope you have a plan, K.I.T.T.
102 EXT. DOCK – SIMULTANEOUS
as the first Miata screeches up right behind them. Hedges is behind the wheel, Strand shotgun. Hedges presses an intercom button on her steering wheel.
Looks like they need a jump start. How about if we help ‘em with a little push?
She gives Strand a wicked glance. The other cars line up behind her, each pushing the other until Hedges’ unit bumps against the Volvo bumper AND BEGINS TO SHOVE THEM FORWARD.
103 INT. K.I.T.T. – SIMULTANEOUS
reacting to the movement, getting no response from any of K.I.T.T.’s controls. Shawn immediately grabs for the door handle but at that exact second, the door locks electronically snap down. She struggles to get out.
We’re locked in!
Michael desperately yanks up the emergency brake but the rigid tires still skid forward…two feet from the edge… then one….then:
104 EXT. DOCK – SIMULTANEOUS
The Volvo’s front wheels roll off the dock edge, the chassis scraping against the wood as K.I.T.T., Michael and Shawn FALL OVER THE EDGE AND SINK INTO THE BLACK MURKY WATER.
COMPUTER FREEZE/BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT FOUR