Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I thought you weren't an expert. - [Sighs]

It'll take you a while to shake it off.

Michael, you don't have to stay here and hold my hand.

We're not in the guessing business, Mr. Stevens.

Listen, get on the phone to Devon. Tell him I need some background information...

where we can have a little talk with our curious lady friend, huh?

Just as you suspected. Shall we apprehend him?

That's none of your business. Yeah, well, I'm gonna make it my business.

What do you mean?

The fact is you're an industrial spy,

she's been playing bit parts in several unremarkable movies.

Now, what time do you get through with work?

KITT, give me a rundown on the four suspects, will ya? Certainly, Michael.

It doesn't make... Relax.

- Who's that? - Julian Groves.

She was his middleman, not his mistress.

Sure. Linda, I got one quick question.

- Michael, aren't you gonna do something? - Yeah. He's gonna wave good-bye.

Coming right up.

personnel files, business reports,

in a world of criminals who operate above the law.

There's that black car again. I'd hate to show them I wasn't bluffing.

You know, Devon was wrong.

with some of the wealthiest men on the East Coast.

Whoever is stealing your software is doing it from the inside.

Hey, who cares, huh? The lady's dead.

- There he is. - Yeah, I see him.

If he wasn't cheating on his wife, none of this would have happened.