Knight Rider 2010 Act Two

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The atmosphere is as diverse and informal as the quadraphonic blasts of traditional Chinese Music and Rock-And-Roll unleashed from rooftop speakers, vying for attention on the street.</div> <bR> <div> An overhead banner stretches the width of the street reading: THE FREE PANASIAN COMMONWEALTH -- 2001 TO 2010.</div> <bR> <div> K.I.T.T. slowly maneuvers through the crowd, K.D. behind the wheel, Lincoln riding shotgun. The car pulls up in front of --</div> <bR> <div> EXT. FORBIDDEN CITY RESTAURANT - DAY</div> <bR> <div> and parks. The facade is enameled crimson with a gilded relief of an ancient chinese city, shrouded in sinister smoke and fog.</div> <bR> <div> As K.D. kills the engine, a string of FIREWORKS rapidly CRACKLES, filling the air with noise, smoke and fire.</div> <bR> <div> INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln looks at K.D. as she checks her side arm. She starts to step out into the street. Lincoln throws his door open to follow --</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div>                Forget it.</div> <bR> <div> Ignoring her order, Lincoln climbs out.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div>                This is a shakedown cruise, Lieutenant. You've got to know your                     weapon before you're allowed to use it.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div>                You're quoting regulations to me?</div> <div>                     (off his look; an order)</div> <div>                I've got a line on that ghost van Woodyard was chasing. Stay with                     K.I.T.T.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div>                Yes, Sir General Hackett, Sir.</div> <bR> <div> She stops, lowers her thermostat a few degrees and smiles at him, knowing just how strident she can be.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div>                     (continuing to taunt)</div> <div>                Take your time. I got all day.</div> <bR> <div> She throws up her hands -- Men! K.D. crosses to the curb and enters the restaurant.</div> <bR> <div> INT. FORBIDDEN CITY RESTAURANT - DAY</div> <bR> <div> Chinatown's answer to Musso & Frank's: tables, booths, bad lighting and a crowded main dining room shabbily decorated with decaying memorabilia of the first assault on Tienemen Square. The air is choked with the smoke of illegal cigarettes and imported incense.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. spots the shapely shantung silk-clad HOSTESS at the back of the room and strolls casually toward her through the smoke. Several dozen Chinese eyes follow her transit with unconcealed hostility.</div> <bR> <div> EXT CHINATOWN STREET - DAY</div> <bR> <div> Across from the restaurant. Lincoln downs a fistful of dim sum and watches --</div> <bR> <div> A TRIO OF STICK PUPPETEERS</div> <bR> <div> enact the story of the “death” of the old year represented by the BEAUTIFUL YOUNG PRINCESS. She is swallowed up by the EVIL RED DRAGON OF TIME as he YOUNG WARRIOR LOVER looks on, helpless.</div> <bR> <div> INT. FORBIDDEN CITY RESTAURANT - DAY</div> <bR> <div> K.D. flashes the Hostess a credit-card sized computer screen with a holographic photograph of the Asian Driver of the ghost van from the opening sequence. The Hostess shakes her head -- never seen him -- to an unconvinced K.D.</div> <bR> <div> EXT FORBIDDEN CITY RESTAURANT - DAY</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln, his mouth full, silently flirts with a trio of gorgeous Chinese-American cuties who shine on him with giggles and eye rolls.</div> <bR> <div> Shrugging off their rejection and looking a little antsy, he strolls up to the window of the restaurant and peers through the smoky glass at --</div> <bR> <div> HIS POV - K.D.</div> <bR> <div> muscles her way past the Hostess into the kitchen. Like swallows returning to San Juan Capistrano, the customer all rise in a flood of excited Mandarin and exit to the street --</div> <bR> <div> RESUME - INT. RESTAURANT</div> <bR> <div> streaming past an entering Lincoln who steps aside, pondering the implications of their exodus.</div> <bR> <div> INT. FORBIDDEN CITY RESTAURANT - KITCHEN - DAY</div> <bR> <div> K.D. pushes back a beaded curtain, surprising TWO HUGE RUSSIAN BRUISERS as they dunk the Van Driver's head into a cauldron of steaming soup for the umpteenth time. She draws her weapon --</div> <bR> <div> INT. FORBIDDEN CITY RESTAURANT - DAY</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln's head rears up at the sound of GUNFIRE.</div> <bR> <div> INT. KITCHEN - DAY</div> <bR> <div> The Russians wheel on K.D. and open fire as they charge toward the exit --</div> <bR> <div> INT. FORBIDDEN CITY RESTAURANT - DAY</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln follows the sound of gunfire, racing toward the kitchen.</div> <bR> <div> INT. KITCHEN - DAY</div> <bR> <div> K.D. hovers over the body of the Van Driver, checking his pulse. He's dead.</div> <bR> <div>                                              CUT TO:</div> <bR> <div> THE TWO RUSSIANS</div> <bR> <div> charge through the beaded curtain nearly trampling Lincoln in their rush for the door. K.D. in hot pursuit, leaps over Lincoln, shooting him an admonishing look, and races out to the street just as --</div> <bR> <div> EXT CHINATOWN STREET - DAY</div> <bR> <div> The Russians duck and dodge through the street festivities, then disappear into a nearby alley. K.D. stands there for an instant, gun leveled, then --</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div>                K.I.T.T.!</div> <bR> <div> The car edges forward, its doors swinging open. K.D. jumps in.</div> <bR> <div> INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln, bringing up the rear, scrambles in beside her.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div>                Nice job, Lieutenant.</div> <bR> <div> Off her disgusted look --</div> <bR> <div> RESUME - CHINATOWN STREET</div> <bR> <div> The car slowly nudges forward, trapped by the now hysterical celebrants -- giving the N.D. Sedan the time it needs to disappear down the street, out of sight.</div> <bR> <div> INT. K.I.T.T. - DAY</div> <bR> <div> K.D. slams the steering wheel in fury.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div>                K.I.T.T., maintain datanet telefix on suspects.</div> <bR> <div> ON DASHBOARD DISPLAY SCREEN</div> <bR> <div> A computer-enhanced graphic image of the N.D. Sedan pops up, inset in a grid map of the city, through which the microprocessor tracks its escape.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. AND LINCOLN</div> <bR> <div> She looks at Lincoln.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div>                Learn the tools before the job.</div> <bR> <div> She nods. He's right.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div>                You saved my ass. Thanks.</div> <bR> <div> Off his shit-eating grin --</div> <div>                          </div> <div>                                              CUT TO:</div> <bR> <div> EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS - DAY</div> <bR> <div> The N.D. Sedan struggles up a narrow switchback in a colorfully romantic and seedy bohemian neighborhood, past once fashionable houses now gone to hell.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. STREET - DAY</div> <bR> <div> The N.D. Sedan spins around back of an aging hillside mansion and parks. As the Two Russians get out --</div> <bR> <div> K.I.T.T. (V.O.)</div> <div>                Suspects have left vehicle and entered 1135 Berendo.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. K.I.T.T. - DAY</div> <bR> <div> The car inches around the corner down the street from the mansion and parks.</div> <bR> <div>                                              CUT TO:</div> <bR> <div> EXT. 1135 BERANDO - MANSION - DAY</div> <bR> <div> K.D, and Lincoln step up to a narrow steel front door with a tiny and eye-level display screen. A computer generated face appears on the screen --</div> <bR> <div> COMPUTER VOICE</div> <div>                What's the password?</div> <bR> <div> CLOSE ON - K.D.'S EAR</div> <bR> <div> There's a tiny, plastic patch behind her ear. It's a TRANSCEIVER.</div> <bR> <div> K.I.T.T. (V.O.)</div> <div>                     (into her ear)</div> <div>                There are approximately twelve thousand possible passwords.</div> <bR> <div> INSERT - INT. K.I.T.T. - DISPLAY</div> <bR> <div> A stream of possible passwords blurs by at hyperspeed, until -- </div> <bR> <div> K.I.T.T.</div> <div>                The password is --</div> <bR> <div> EXT MANSION</div> <bR> <div> K.D. leans into the screen --</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div>                -- “And they are mild.”</div> <bR> <div> The steel door swings open and a huge cloud of blue smoke assaults K.D. and Lincoln. They step inside ready for anything.</div> <bR> <div> INT. SMOKEASY - DAY</div> <bR> <div> and warily scan the crowd for the Russians. The huge mansion is packed with CIGARETTE SMOKERS of all ages, classes and colors. CIGARETTE GIRLS in abbreviated, cleavage revealing costumes and plastic face masks sashay through the room, hawking “Cigarettes...”</div> <bR> <div> VERONICA ST. JOHN</div> <bR> <div> a slinky redhead, swivels through the crowd up to Lincoln and K.D., and open cigarette pack in her hand.</div> <bR> <div> VERONICA</div> <div> First one's free -</div> <bR> <div> She puts two cigarettes in her mouth, flicks the tips with her thumbs, igniting both without matches. She offers them to K.D. and Lincoln who share an uneasy look and then go for it, taking their first smoke.</div> <bR> <div> VERONICA</div> <div> -- ten bucks a piece from then on.</div> <bR> <div> Veronica strolls away, Lincoln's eyes nailed to the aft of her drop dead shape. As K.D. tosses him a look and walks into the parlor's rank smoke, bad breath and thrill-seeking sin, still looking for the two thugs -</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Minute you tell people they can't do something, somebody comes along and does it.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. and Lincoln shoulder their way through the crowd.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Then, somebody else comes along and turns a profit from it.</div> <bR> <div> They step up to a -</div> <bR> <div> SMOKING BAR</div> <bR> <div> An old-fashioned saloon-style bar packed with smokers pushing and shoving their way to the rail. Behind the harried BARTENDER are rapidly emptying shelves of illegal cigarettes. Cash and smokes are trading hands like tickets at a parimutuel window.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> (sotto)</div> <div> No sign of your two friends from the restaurant.</div> <bR> <div> As K.D. checks out a Cigarette Girl pushing an empty cart through the swinging doors at the far end of the bar -</div> <bR> <div> BARTENDER</div> <div> (to a Pushy Customer)</div> <div> Yeah, yeah. They were ten bucks when you got here. They're fifteen now.</div> <div> (to Lincoln)</div> <div> What's yours, buddy?</div> <bR> <div> As a Lincoln surveys the remaining multicolored merchandise, a sharp-elbowed Lauren Bacall type muscles her way past Lincoln into the Bartender's line of sight -</div> <bR> <div> FEMALE CUSTOMER</div> <div> Let me have a pack of Mambo Kings.</div> <bR> <div> BARTENDER</div> <div> I can only sell you singles. I've got no full packs left.</div> <bR> <div> FEMALE CUSTOMER</div> <div> You've been running out for the past week. Why do you think I come up here all the way from Newport?</div> <bR> <div> K.D. pokes Lincoln in the ribs and directs his attention over to the Cigarette Girl, now emerging from the swinging doors with a half-filled cart of cigarette cartons. Lincoln's eyes hold on the Cigarette Girl -</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> Not her. The door.</div> <bR> <div> They head for the swinging doors, psudo-casually.</div> <bR> <div> INT. SMOKEASY KITCHEN - DAY</div> <bR> <div> K.D. quietly swings the doors open and sneaks in. Lincoln follows. K.D. silently points to:</div> <bR> <div> THEIR POV - A WHITE GHOST VAN</div> <bR> <div> Backed up to the back door. The van's rear doors are open, its cargo bay loaded with cigarettes. The Two Russians have cracked open a carton and are cooling off with two cigarettes and a false sense of security.</div> <bR> <div> BACK TO SCENE</div> <bR> <div> K.D. and Lincoln slip behind a double-doored refrigerator.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> (sotto)</div> <div> Homicide. Contraband. Illicit use. Operating an illegal smoking establishment. That's four felony counts.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> I know. You bust them. I stay put.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> Not this time.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> This must be plan B.</div> <bR> <div> THE BACK DOOR</div> <bR> <div> K.D. and Lincoln step from behind the refrigerator, surprising the Russians lounging around the back door.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Got a light?</div> <bR> <div> Before either Russian can draw their weapons, K.D. and Lincoln take both men out with simultaneous punches to the gut and knees to the face. The two huge men crumble to the floor.</div> <bR> <div> Still working as a team, K.D. and Lincoln strip the men of their belts and bind their hands behind them with professional speed. Lincoln throws a look at the white van.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Why don't we take the truck and the tobacco, too?</div> <bR> <div> They exchange a look, then unceremoniously toss the two unconscious killers into the back of the van among the piles of cigarette cartons. K.D. and Lincoln race outside to -</div> <bR> <div> EXT. WHITE VAN - DAY</div> <bR> <div> And climb aboard.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> K.I.T.T., get ready to pick me up.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. MANSION - DAY</div> <bR> <div> The White Van pulls out of the alley. K.D. jumps out and scrambles into a waiting K.I.T.T. As both vehicles take off down the street -</div> <bR> <div> CUT TO:</div> <bR> <div> INT. BRADY'S OFFICE - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> K.D. and Lincoln stand at attention before Brady, in his wheelchair, behind his desk.</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> Nice work today. Confiscated a ton of contraband first time out of the box.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. and Lincoln relax.</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> Hauled in two felons with major-league jackets.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. and Lincoln stand a little taller, until -</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> They might be looking for a deal, if they weren't dead. </div> <div> (censuringly; pointedly to Hackett)</div> <div> Cyanide implants.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. reacts with a wince.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> I drove the van, those bozos were my responsibility.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> (countermanding him)</div> <div> Lieutenant Pankow was working under my orders. Sir.</div> <bR> <div> Brady angrily wheels out from behind the desk.</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> You trying to actively tick me off, Hackett or what?</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> She needed me for the primary run-through on the car ---</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> (cutting him off)</div> <div> The situation called for backup, Sir. Pankow was all I had.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> (pissed)</div> <div> All you had?</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> Shut up, Pankow. You've been poisoning Hackett's career since day one.</div> <div> (to K.D. before she can interrupt)</div> <div> And you let him do it! Why don't you tell him how you twisted my arm to get him here.</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln turns to K.D.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Yeah, K.D. Tell me all about it.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. opens her mouth, then closes it. She has nothing to say. Brady twists the “knife” he put in Lincoln's back.</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> Silence speaks volumes.</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln fires a look of rage at K.D. and storms out in a fury. Brady turns to K.D. like it's business as usual.</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> (handing her a fax sheet)</div> <div> An analysis of the cigarettes you confiscated.</div> <bR> <div> An agitated K.D. wants to go after Lincoln, but duty calls. She skims the report.</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> Matches the contraband we confiscated from other smokeasies. What do you know about the Carpasian Connection?</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> I know Carpasia's a small Eastern European republic involved in drug and cigarette trafficking.</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> Page two. After one of their nuclear power plants chernobyled, they capitalized on crops that glow in the dark.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> Radioactive cigarettes?</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> (with a nod)</div> <div> Highly addictive. Highly toxic.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> They were getting fifteen dollars a cigarette, Sir, and they were running out.</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> (musing to himself)</div> <div> That smokeasy we busted up in Marin had a pretty short supply, too.</div> <bR> <div> Brady looks at her.</div> <bR> <div> BRADY</div> <div> Cut him loose, Hackett.</div> <div> (off her look)</div> <div> Dismissed.</div> <bR> <div> Off K.D.'s exit -</div> <bR> <div> INT. MOTOR POOL - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln gases up a classic HARLEY next to K.I.T.T. sitting on a service pallet along the far wall. K.D. enters, leaning against the doorway. They stare at each other for a long moment, then -</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> Any room on the back for a friend?</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln ignores her. She walks forward, still trying to keep it light.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> C'mon Lincoln. What are you so angry about? I returned a favor. I covered your ass.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> I cover my own ass.</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln leaps onto the bike.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> I don't need the Knight Riders -</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln kick starts the bike -</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> -- and I don't need you.</div> <bR> <div> He roars out of the Motor Pool, disappearing into the night. K.D. trembles in fury, standing her ground a moment, then slides behind K.I.T.T.'s wheel.</div> <bR> <div> INT. K.I.T.T. - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> The moment K.D. hits the seat, K.I.T.T. comes alive, monitors and displays in full function.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. K.I.T.T. - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> The car rockets out of the motor pool.</div> <bR> <div> CUT TO:</div> <bR> <div> EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> K.I.T.T glides silently off a freeway, the EXIT sign transmuting from English-to-Spanish-to-Japanese et. Al., onto a downtown street.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. INTERSECTION - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> K.I.T.T. rolls up and stops at a red traffic light. Two fortyish SURFERS in a late `90's LEXUS pull up alongside. The DRIVER looks out his window at K.D. -</div> <bR> <div> DRIVER</div> <div> Hey, babe. Want to drag?</div> <bR> <div> INT. K.I.T.T - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> K.D. ignores him, until -</div> <bR> <div> DRIVER (O.S.)</div> <div> Don't think you can beat a man, huh?</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> What is it with men?!</div> <bR> <div> EXT. INTERSECTION - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Twin TURBO BOOSTERS swing from mounts inside K.I.T.T.'s rear fender assembly as the light turns green -</div> <bR> <div> Before the Lexus can even accelerate, the heat of the boosters EXPLODE all four of the Lexus' tires. K.I.T.T. disappears in a Mach One blur as the Lexus slams to the pavement.</div> <bR> <div> INT. K.I.T.T. - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> K.I.T.T. runs a search on its computerized map grid where we SEE a tiny, blinking red dot come to a stop.</div> <bR> <div> K.I.T.T.</div> <div> Five blocks south. Four blocks east.</div> <bR> <div> As K.D. cranks a hard left - </div> <bR> <div> CUT TO:</div> <bR> <div> EXT. INTERCRIME HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT - ESTABLISHING</div> <bR> <div> Los Angeles' glittering skyline pierces a blanked of low hanging intermittent clouds and star-spangled black. ZOOM IN on a corporate tower penthouse suite still aglow with midnight oil.</div> <bR> <div> ILYA (O.S.)</div> <div> They walked in the front door?</div> <bR> <div> INT. ILYA'S OFFICE - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> One entire wall of the office is covered with Western Art and Film Noir posters. Ilya is seated behind a huge granite and glass desk. There are photos of his All-American wife and kids everywhere. Veronica is on the carpet in front of him.</div> <bR> <div> VERONICA</div> <div> They had the password. Who knew they were Knight Riders?</div> <bR> <div> ILYA</div> <div> I got a supplier who's got me over a barrel, partners scorching my tail, and now you invite fascist vigilantes into my parlor for a casual smoke.</div> <bR> <div> He stands and paces.</div> <bR> <div> ILYA</div> <div> They smoked alright. A truck-load of cigarettes. Good thing the fat boys died with their boots on. </div> <div> (beat)</div> <div> The partners are gonna look to me to make up the loss. That's gonna be a bitch to do when I've got no supplies coming in.</div> <bR> <div> VERONICA</div> <div> Mr. Dubrovna, I'll be more careful next time.</div> <bR> <div> ILYA</div> <div> Veronica, take it from me, good looks only carry you so far. You screw up one more time and there won't be a next time.</div> <bR> <div> Ilya grabs two files from his desk and tosses them to Veronica.</div> <bR> <div> ILYA</div> <div> Your new assignment. It's a little more people oriented. Get a couple of the boys, they'll know how to handle it.</div> <bR> <div> VERONICA'S POV - THE FILES</div> <bR> <div> and the photographs of K.D. and Lincoln. Off Veronica's look -</div> <bR> <div> CUT TO:</div> <bR> <div> EXT.  BIG AL'S ALTERNATE REALITY LOUNGE - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Soft music drifts past Lincoln's decaled motorcycle parked under the tattered marquee.</div> <bR> <div> INT. BIG AL'S ALTERNATE REALITY LOUNGE - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> DIGITIZED HOLOGRAM OF A ROMANTIC JAZZ TRIO of piano, bass and drums performs on stage for a small crowd of seedy and wasted barflies. At the bar, Lincoln is in deep conversation with a CURVY BRUNETTE who's taking long pulls off a tropical drink filled wit too many umbrellas and palm trees.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> …It was doomed from the get-go. What does an army brat on the fast track have in common with the delinquent son of a chronically unemployed pump jockey?</div> <bR> <div> The Brunette laughs, seductively. Behind the bar, BIG AL - short for BIG ALICE - a 5'11” Ex-New York saloon singer with a pair of 42 DD's crowding the balcony, tends to business.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Never date anyone that's better than you... rule number one. Rule number two… don't forget rule number one.</div> <div> (to Brunette)</div> <div> I don't want to be conceited, but women come on to me. And from this wealth of opportunity, who do I pick? A woman with iron in her soul… Who never tells me how she feels… No, who can't tell me how she feels.</div> <bR> <div> BRUNETTE</div> <div> How many times did you tell her?</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Subject never came up. Don't you find that significant?</div> <bR> <div> Big Al spots a silhouetted figure stalking through the door toward the bar.</div> <bR> <div> BRUNETTE</div> <div> (nods; understanding)</div> <div> Definitely… I could use another drink.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. (V.O.)</div> <div> Give the lady whatever she wants -</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln and the Brunette follow Big Al's eyes around -</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> --as long as she drinks it somewhere else.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> This isn't the Army.</div> <div> (to Brunette)</div> <div> You don't have to go.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> (off the Brunette's look)</div> <div> We could use a couple minutes alone. You understand?</div> <bR> <div> Big Al slides another umbrella'd drink in front of the Brunette.</div> <bR> <div> BRUNETTE</div> <div> (to Lincoln; indicating a table)</div> <div> I'll wait over there.</div> <bR> <div> The Brunette gets up and K.D. sits down. K.D. studies him, an awkward silence ensues, which an uncomfortable Lincoln seeks to break with sarcasm and a refill -</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Well, you intimidated the hell out of her. My turn next.?</div> <div> (off K.D.'s look; to Big Al)</div> <div> Two more.</div> <bR> <div> Big Al sets up two beers in front of Lincoln and K.D. She lifts her bottle -</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> What are we drinking to?</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> How about a farewell toast? To old friends.</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln takes a sip of his beer. K.D. doesn't touch hers.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> I busted my butt to get you here. You can't leave.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> You just don't get it, do you? I didn't come here to build a car…I came here….oh, forget it.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> I get it - the job was too tough for you and now you're bugging out.</div> <bR> <div> He just shakes his head.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> I'm not leaving the Knight Riders. I'm leaving you.</div> <bR> <div> A long awkward silence. The light goes on for K.D.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> (apologetically)</div> <div> I admit I stink at expressing my feelings. But you know me better than anyone. You've got four years of my feelings on your damn computer. Do I have to spell it out for you?</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> She's a poet and she don't know it.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> Damn you. At least give me credit for trying.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> The car's finished.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> (suddenly angry)</div> <div> Then you can leave any time.</div> <bR> <div> They stare at each other in cool silence, neither one wants to be the first to admit their feelings.</div> <bR> <div> BIG AL</div> <div> (to Lincoln and K.D.)</div> <div> What is this - your first date?</div> <div> (to Lincoln; then K.D.)</div> <div> You care about her. She cares about you. There, I said it for you.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. and Lincoln stare at Big Al, maintaining their stoney silence.</div> <bR> <div> BIG AL</div> <div> Now that that's settled, how about a little cheek-to-cheek? It's on the house.</div> <bR> <div> They both look back into each other eyes.</div> <bR> <div> BIG AL</div> <div> Trust me, I got a sex life older than both of you.</div> <bR> <div> The JAZZ TRIO starts a new tune, “Our Love is Here to Stay.”</div> <bR> <div> BIG AL</div> <div> (nudging Lincoln)</div> <div> Dance or blow.</div> <bR> <div> Against his own will, Lincoln steps closer to K.D. After a long moment of silence -</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> (halfhearted; cold)</div> <div> So, you want to dance?</div> <bR> <div> She sweeps past Lincoln onto the dance floor. He hurries to catch up. She steps into his arms. There is palpable tension between them. They start to dance.</div> <bR> <div> Their eyes drift together, very involved. Their faces are close together. He looks at her for a beat. She looks at him. Nothing is said. His arms tighten around her as they continue to dance, with less and less fury and more and more beat.</div> <bR> <div> He leans over and kisses her on the neck, his lips drifting higher and higher. She kisses him slowly on the lips.</div> <bR> <div> They look at each other very emotional. He presses her closer and closer, holding her tight. And, as Big Al looks on, K.D. and Lincoln dance into a new beginning.</div> <bR> <div> DISSOLVE TO:</div> <bR> <div> EXT. BIG AL'S ALTERNATE REALITY LOUNGE - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> K.D. and Lincoln emerge, hand-in-hand, from the club into the rain and oil slicked parking lot.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> So where do we go from here?</div> <bR> <div> K.D. leans in and kisses Lincoln - a kiss that grows from friendly to romantic to passionate in a New York second. They come up for air.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> I'll meet you back at the Motor Pool. We've got a lot to talk about.</div> <bR> <div> He smiles and starts for the bike. Stops and turns back. He's got to tell her how he feels.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> I love you, K.D.</div> <bR> <div> His admission stops her cold. Lincoln's finally said what she's wanted him to say.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> I love you, too.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. turns to K.I.T.T. and SEES in the dim light TWO MEN huddled at either door. K.D. extracts her weapon and -</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> (leveling gun)</div> <div> Freeze it.</div> <div> (flashing her I.D.)</div> <div> Knight Rider.</div> <bR> <div> Without a word, MAN #1 whirls and PUMP THREE SLUGS into K.D., spinning her around in SLOW MOTION.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <bR> <div> freaks.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> (screaming)</div> <div> K.D.!</div> <bR> <div> Dodging both men's fire, he races over to her as -</div> <bR> <div> THE MEN</div> <bR> <div> Grab K.I.T.T.'S  door handles. Instantly, K.I.T.T.'s door handles clamp down on their wrists, like unbreakable manacles, holding them fast.</div> <bR> <div> K.I.T.T.</div> <div> You are under arrest.</div> <bR> <div> Man #1 shoots Man #2, then kills himself, committing Hara Kiri.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <bR> <div> Cradles K.D. in his arms, futilely attempting to stanch the flow of blood from her mortal wounds.</div> <bR> <div> K.I.T.T.</div> <div> An ambulance is en route.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <div> (weakly)</div> <div> Looks like that was our last kiss.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. reaches a hand up to Lincoln's face, leaving a bloody streak.</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> I'm not going anywhere -</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln reacts to the SOUND of approaching ambulances, looking away from K.D. for an instant. As he looks back at her -</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> -- and neither are you.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. is dead in his arms. His SCREAMS lost in the SHRIEK of SIRENS -</div> <bR> <div> FADE OUT.</div> <bR> <div> <I>END OF ACT TWO</I></div> <div> <A HREF="id38.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Knight Rider Video Downloads"><U><B>GO TO ACT 3</B></U></A></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>