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DOWNTOWN STREETS - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> FOLLOW K.D. careening through the dark, over manholes and grates pouring steam from the inferno down below. Suddenly, she SCREECHES to a brutal halt in the middle of the street. A long moment, then -</div> <bR> <div> Just as suddenly, K.D.'s engine kicks into action, the car cooking down a deserted street before coming to a second, abrupt stop.</div> <bR> <div> INT. K.D. - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> A worn out Lincoln punches the dash in frustration. Slumps back in the seat.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Can you find a better way to work out this hostility?</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln's face tightens as he's met with only silence. He tries to start up the car, but the engine refuses to turn over.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> (tight smile)</div> <div> It's the same damn thing, over and over again. You give orders. I follow them.</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln surreptitiously works a plate free from the dash, under -</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> I'm overdue for a change. It feels good to finally be the one in the driver's seat.</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln removes the plate, exposing a colorful weave of plastic wires.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> No offense, K.D. - in the old days, we were on hell of a team - but you're not exactly in any position to command.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> K.D. (V.O.)</div> <div> Why are you being so crue….</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln pulls a handful of colored wires free from the dash, shutting down K.D.'s voice and automatic functions. Lincoln throws the car into first and tears away -</div> <bR> <div> EXT. POWER STATION - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Veronica stands in clouds of wind-whipped steam as K.D. pulls up.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> VERONICA</div> <div> (leaning in the window)</div> <div> You're late. </div> <bR> <div> Lincoln pops the passenger door.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> You don't give an inch, do you?</div> <bR> <div> K.D.'S DIGITIZED POV</div> <bR> <div> From the dash, as Veronica slides into the car, skirt rising up her thigh like an engraved invitation, flashing a black lace garter and a crescent of white flesh.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> VERONICA</div> <div> You said midnight. I hate to be kept waiting.</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln throws Veronica a tired look.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> This isn't a date. Where's your boss?</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> VERONICA</div> <div> He hates waiting, too.</div> <bR> <div> A SCHEMATIC OF THE DASHBOARD appears as an inset in the POV.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> VERONICA</div> <div> I offered to stick around and take you to him.</div> <bR> <div> The schematic CLICKS DOWN TO a detail of the wires that Lincoln shredded. The schematics GLOWS bright RED, blinks REPAIR, and the animated wires begin to slowly reweave and reconnect.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. DOWNTOWN STREETS - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Owning the road, Lincoln negotiates the darkness.</div> <bR> <div> CUT TO:</div> <bR> <div> EXT. MOTOR POOL - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Brady is behind the wheel of his specially built and designed Knight Rider car, a HANDICAPPED STICKER on its bumper. The M.P.'s we saw earlier have no choice but to step back as Brady guns his engine and the vehicle explodes out the Main Gate -</div> <bR> <div> CUT TO:</div> <bR> <div> TIGHT ON LINCOLN</div> <bR> <div> Flashing red and purple neon illuminates his haggard face, as his muscles tighten in barely repressed anguish and fury.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. BIG AL'S ALTERNATE REALITY LOUNGE - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln drives K.D. into the parking lot. A stretch limo is parked diagonally across three spaces.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> VERONICA (V.O.)</div> <div> A word to the wise -</div> <bR> <div> INT. K.D. - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln can't take his eyes off the spot where K.D. died in his arms.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> VERONICA</div> <div> --My boss likes a positive attitude.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Then why are we meeting here?</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> VERONICA</div> <div> Call it a test. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.</div> <bR> <div> Off Lincoln's look -</div> <bR> <div> EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> A burly Chauffeur slides from behind the wheel, steps around and opens the passenger door of the limousine. Ilya steps out in head-to-toe Ralph Lauren. He gives K.D. a quick once-over, fore and aft, smiles pleasantly, then crosses over to -</div> <bR> <div> EXT. K.D. - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Strolling with a relaxed gait. Still shellshocked, Lincoln follows Veronica out of the car.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> VERONICA</div> <div> Mr. Pankow, you good and loyal friend, Mr. Dubrovna.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> My friends call me Ilya.</div> <bR> <div> Ilya grabs and pumps Lincoln's unoffered limp hand.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> We've had our eye on you for years, Linc.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> My friends call me Mr. Pankow.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> (pinching Lincoln's cheek, Russian style)</div> <div> And they say Knight Riders don't have a sense of humor.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> I'm no Knight Rider. But I cover my debts.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> Not always voluntarily.</div> <div> (riffing)</div> <div> Juvenile detention, 1998, Adolescent Reform Corps, 2002, Convicted in a Hacking and Entering scan, 2005. Army enlistment to avoid prosecution, 2006.  Quite a record.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Just don't tell my mother.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> Always with the jokes. I love it.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.'S DIGITIZED POV - ILYA AND LINCOLN</div> <bR> <div> negotiating. Inset in the POV is the schematic of the wires slowly reweaving, flashing the words: REPAIR IN PROGRESS.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> Benedict Arnold got his start at West Point, too.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Yeah, and spent the rest of his life running from both sides.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> (regretfully)</div> <div> All he really needed was good management.</div> <bR> <div> BACK TO SCENE</div> <bR> <div> Ilya pulls Lincoln away from the car, arm around his shoulder, conspiratorially.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> So, <U>tovarich</U> - Why don't I just pop you like I did your girlfriend and take the car?</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln inhales, fighting to keep his feelings in check under the head of Ilya's ingratiatingly sadistic smile.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Because you want more than the car.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> Good answer. Maybe we can do business the old-fashioned way, one hand washing the other.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> What do I get for the car?</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> A job - provided you can handle yourself.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> I didn't get to twenty-five by accident.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> But can you handle another Knight Rider?</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln nods, confidently.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> Prove it.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> To who? You or Intercrime?</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> (with a hurt look)</div> <div> There's no such thing as Intercrime. I'm a legitimate businessman.</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln laughs at Ilya's evil flamboyance.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> I'd like to trust you. I got a Knight Rider car. Now, I want a Knight Rider.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Dead or alive?</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> If you gotta ask, you're not the man for the job. I want Brady. It's a favor for a friend.</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln thinks for a moment, then turns back to K.D. without a word. He climbs in and starts the car.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> Just where do you think you're going with my car?</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln opens his window. Indicating the limo -</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> You wired for video in that heap?</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> Sure.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> Channel 238. You'll love the show.</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln starts to drive off, with -</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> When you're finished, bring the car to 11 Roscoe Boulevard. It's a warehouse.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> LINCOLN</div> <div> You don't trust me after tonight, we were never meant for each other.</div> <bR> <div> ILYA AND VERONICA</div> <bR> <div> watch K.D. disappear down the street.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> It's going to hurt me to kill him.</div> <bR> <div> SERIES OF SHOTS - EXT. DOWNTOWN STREETS - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Brady's Knight Rider car scorches through the half-night, half-day pre-dawn of 21<FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" >st</FONT> Century Los Angeles, past an Anti-Smoking Prohibition billboard.</div> <bR> <div> INT. BRADY'S KNIGHT RIDER CAR - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> A frustrated Brady drives, one eye on the street, the other on his surveillance display. Still no sign of K.D.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. DOWNTOWN STREETS - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> From out of nowhere, K.D. appears.</div> <bR> <div> INT. BRADY'S KNIGHT RIDER CAR - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Brady looks into the rear view mirror, in shock -</div> <bR> <div> EXT. DOWNTOWN STREETS - NIGHT</div> <div>  </div> <div> K.D. ROARS up on Brady's tail, veers hard to the left, sideswiping the Major's car, forcing it up onto the sidewalk and through a closed VIDEO NEWS KIOSK, reducing it to metal slag. K.D. speeds away.</div> <bR> <div> EXT./INT BRADY'S KNIGHT RIDER CAR - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Brady skillfully wrestles with the wheel to avoid hitting a building.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. K.D. - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Racing through the misty pre-dawn streets with Brady in hot pursuit.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. ILYA'S LIMOUSINE - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> It cruises another downtown neighborhood.</div> <bR> <div> INT. ILYA'S LIMOUSINE - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Like a Monday-morning quarterback, Ilya is glued to a video screen, watching the chase from K.D.'s ON-BOARD VIDEO POV. He looks over at Veronica.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA</div> <div> This kid is terrific.</div> <bR> <div> Off Ilya's delight -</div> <bR> <div> K.D.'S DIGITIZED POV</div> <bR> <div> She continues to repair the wires. The screen flashes: REPAIR 95% COMPLETE.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. K.D. - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> The car screams around a corner. Brady's car two-wheels around the same corner, dodging a LATE NIGHT DRUNK, then accelerates, closing the gap between the two cars.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. DOWNTOWN STREETS - THE TWO KNIGHT RIDER CARS - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> This game of cat-and-mouse is played for all its worth, advantage shifting from Lincoln to Brady then back again. K.D. spins and skids sideways in an oil slick. Brady sees his opening and takes his best shot, opening up with a fender-mounted FLAME THROWER.</div> <bR> <div> The oil slick erupts into FLAMES.</div> <bR> <div> INT. K.D. - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln fights the skid with one hand on the wheel, reaching for the weapons controls on the dash. He hesitates - a moment of moral decision - then hits a toggle. He's made his choice.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> The cylindrical DEFENSE TURRET rises from the rear deck of the car and responds with MACHINE GUN FIRE.</div> <bR> <div> A brief exchange of firepower between the two monster vehicles. Suddenly, K.D. CATCHES FIRE, CAREENING OUT OF CONTROL, TRAILING BLACK SMOKE.</div> <bR> <div> INTERCUT - ILYA'S VIDEO POV</div> <bR> <div> Brady stays on K.D.'s tail, following her as she plows through a row of parking meters into a storefront window and bursts into FLAMES.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ILYA (V.O.)</div> <div> Bozhemoi!</div> <bR> <div> ON ILYA</div> <bR> <div> defeated. He's been rooting for the Indians, and the cavalry just won.</div> <bR> <div> RESUME - EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - DAY</div> <bR> <div> As the sun peeks through the concrete canyons, Brady is already out of his car. Fire and smoke evelope K.D., obscuring her from his view. Suddenly -</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <bR> <div> steps unhurt from the smoke and blaze. He's been playing possum. Brady opens fire. Lincoln ducks, then pumps TWO SHOTS into Brady who slumps in his moving wheelchair.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.'S DIGITIZED POV</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln steps back through the broken glass to his actually undamaged vehicle. In the schematic inset of the POV the words: REPAIR COMPLETE appear as K.D. completes the reweaving of the damaged wires.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. K.D. - DAY</div> <bR> <div> Lincoln grabs the open door, about to climb in -</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> K.D. (V.O.)</div> <div> What have you become?</div> <bR> <div> K.D. accelerates, screeching back out of the store window and barreling down the street -</div> <bR> <div> LINCOLN</div> <bR> <div> clings to the car door. Another violent swerve of the car shakes off one hand. He swings out like a saloon door. She weaves from curb-to-curb down the street at ninety mph, finally shaking him off, sending him tumbling painfully to the pavement. As K.D. rockets away -</div> <bR> <div> EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> K.D. hurtles down the street, not knowing or caring where she's going. She's lost everything. She screams around a corner onto a one way street. Suddenly -</div> <bR> <div> A GHOST VAN</div> <bR> <div> backs out of an alley, blocking her way.</div> <bR> <div> K.D.</div> <bR> <div> with no stomach left for combat, executes a quick three sixty, only to find her escape route barred by -</div> <bR> <div> A HUGE MOVING VAN</div> <bR> <div> Its rear doors open and its ramp down.</div> <bR> <div> INT. K.D. - NIGHT </div> <bR> <div> K.D.'s wheel cranks to the right to go around the truck, but all her onboard systems go berserk in a cacophony of light and sound.</div> <bR> <div> ON K.D.'S DISPLAY</div> <bR> <div> She runs a frantic systems check. A flashing red warning reads across the screen - MAGNETIC FIELD…..SYSTEM DISRUPTION.</div> <bR> <div> K.D. tries to override the field. The screen scrolls - OVERRIDE INOPERATIVE…INOPERATIVE…..INOPERATIVE.</div> <bR> <div> EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> Like a fish on a hook, her onboard systems totally inoperable, K.D. rolls up the rank out of control into -</div> <bR> <div> INT. BACK OF MOVING VAN - NIGHT</div> <bR> <div> With a muted CLANG, the doors close behind K.D. She's trapped. </div> <bR> <div> FADE OUT.</div> <bR> <div> <I>END OF ACT SIX</I></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>