Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, she's been keeping a rather low profile.
Okay, whatever you say.
Here we go, KITT.
Don't let me interrupt you. Why don't you just trash the rest of the place?
Julian? Under the circumstances, probation.
[Michael] Armand, you don't know what you're getting yourself into here.
Michael, what makes you think Julian's wife will cooperate?
It still baffles me that they've become so popular.
[Michael] "Hillsdale Tennis Club."
[Door Opens, Closes]
Yeah, it is.
but I haven't spoken toJulian in weeks.
Let's go.
Wait. I'm not with the police department.
You know her? She's an instructor here. You might talk to her.
Unfortunately, the personal data I've compiled...
Wait a minute. You don't understand. There's this, uh...
anything at all, that's out of the ordinary?
Are you some kind of expert?
Your husband was stealing computer programs from Delton Micronics.
Michael Knight, a young loner...
Now we follow what's inside that briefcase. Lock him in on the tracking scope.
Hi. That fresh?
Video games? Which one are you playing? Space Cadet.
Mr. Stevens, how many of your employees have access to the programming room?
Is that what you're gonna tell his wife?
All right, plot me the fastest course to Shaker Lake. Let's go.
What do you mean? There's a party here for some of the secretaries.
- There was no way you could enter the programming room? - No, not without the access code.
You have something for me?
If you're not real careful, you're gonna drown.
We went through modeling school together back in New York. Is that what you called to tell me?
Mr. Stevens, whoever is stealing your software is doing it from the inside.
You want a ride home? No, thank you.
The point is, who was Julian selling the programs to?
Isn't that a little premature?
Get down.
Each of the individuals possesses a degree in computer science...
Let's get him, buddy! Yeah!
He's a lousy tennis player,
He goes to his room to meet Connie. He finds her dead. Would you hang around?
No! And why would you even ask me that question?