Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Michael, this man, Soltis...

We have a warrant to search the premises...

Well, that's fine by me. Of course...

(KITT) You're showing signs of distress, Michael.

Devon, you don't understand.

The trunk wiring will be starting then.

Prove him guilty, Barnes.

We'll never get the smell out of the upholstery.

Well, you look great in cement.

Are you with the police? No.

Hired by Macroplex straight out of Caltech...

Barnes, our work is finished here.

I'm scanning for him now.

And show me where you'd plant the bugs...

You killed my husband.

I'll keep you posted.

Mrs. Morgan, Lt. Rayford, PD.

(KITT) This is the school where Janet Morgan teaches, Michael.

Take me up. Take me up.

Are you expecting anyone?

Give him the works. Right away, Michael.

[camera clicks]

I didn't get them.

I'm with a private organization...

KITT, that lady was telling the truth. Call Devon.

So, they restored all of his insurance money, and his benefits.

Everything went up. The plans, the equipment, the people.

Come back after the weekend.

But I can't do that if I'm worrying about you.

KITT, you all right?

[metallic clattering]

[elevator whirring]

And then they killed him.

Hey. Hey, guys!

You could tap a phone or a computer bank without a trace.

He's a nice guy. We had him over...

It'll help how I feel inside.

Something sure felt very wrong back there.

I'm no good at this, and I don't like it...

And show her the pictures. He'll just be a moment.

Whoa! So the reverse rotation on the cue ball exceeds the forward velocity...

Oh, what about Millie's chili?