Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait. You wouldn't do that.
Hey, who is she? And who are you, anyway?
My guess is they gave him a place to stash the payoff money.
an ulcer and a new set of corporate types who demand more and more profits.
took place a day or two after a robbery.
[Telephone Ringing] Hello?
You wanna go to prison all by yourself? Hey, get out ofhere, man.
- You're living proof of that, Elliot. - And look what I got to show for it...
One more move, and the lady's a memory.
Squeezed it myself. How about a double?
Only because I've been well trained, Devon.
Don't try to scare me, Michael. All I'm trying to do is keep you from getting hurt.
Why do you insist on protecting Julian?
But from now on, it's up to the police.
I'm just not prepared to deal with industrial espionage.
There may not be anything else to talk about, but I'm gonna go get some questions answered.
[Michael] All right, man, you're too dumb to be the brains behind this whole scam.
You know, you really should have both hands on the wheel.
Uh, great. Let me see your moves. Great.
Whoo!
But why would he bring in the Foundation if he was behind the whole caper?
But we have no proof. Hey, how about a little patience, huh?
What do you want, more money?
Now, there's one road out of this dump, and if I see either one of you on it, the lady dies.
I was afraid of that.
Hello, Flannery. Mr. Knight.
Didn't you hear me? I said, pull over!
- What's he doing? - As far as I can tell, he's hyperventilating.
[Door Closes]
- We know. - You told me you had reason to believe thatJulian was the thief.
I wouldn't want to, Julian.
KITT, you run a check on that license plate?
You got that right.
Yeah? So what about Armand? Are you gonna let him get away scot-free?
You're never too old for video games.
- [KITT] He's heading for the wrecking yard. - [Michael] Stay with him, pal.
You told meJulian was never interested in sports, right?
Just lay offJulian Groves. Now, that sounds more like an order to me.
How about the tennis club?
I don't know! I never saw him.