Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Stevens. We caught this guy prowling around Sector "A."

[Tires Screeching]

This whole thing is Julian's fault, not mine.

All I want is you to bring me the last program you promised me.

Put yourself in his shoes.

I had a feeling our paths would cross again.

Yeah, well, you have it your way.

[KITT] Michael, are you all right?

Oh, Officer, thank God you're here! You just saved my life!

Whatever you say, Bonnie. However, I'd like to point out that this is a game of skill,

- Yeah, KITT, I'm just thinking. - About what?

[Man] Sure, Julian. Sure.

What's she been doing lately?

Well, I wish I could help you,

Michael, why are we slowing down?

I had to ask. Look, it's time to put your life back together and stop running.

One of the papers? No, I'm a friend.

Good memory. I'm sorry about that instructor.

stockholders, leading competitors,

All right, lady, out.

Well, maybe it is an order, but just stay out of my way, all right?

I don't want to lose her. Not yet anyway.

Because without the support of a big, strong man, I'd fall to pieces?

God. What'll happen to him?

I read it in the newspapers this morning. It's a hell of a way to go.

Yes? Show him in.

We wanted to find out who was buying as well as who was selling your secrets.

The two men pictured have been close friends of Elliot Stevens since college...

- Okay, pal, turn around and assume the position. - Now, wait a minute.

Well, we gotta start somewhere. Might as well be here.

Michael, would the other interested party happen to be an attractive brunette?

Well, it used to be that...

Well, I'll go along, if you like. I think it's the least I can do after all the anguish I've caused you.