Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That is the story that will launch me into big-city journalism.

As Michael would say, thanks, pal.

And whatever breaks, it's my exclusive, right?

A fella like that in Alpine Crest? Why?

Spinning my wheels.

will stay you from your appointed rounds.

[Siren Wailing]

[Tires Squealing]

Just part of my past, KITT.

Here's my style.

finding out their town didn't have a low crime rate after all?

Hi, Jobina. Uh, I'll be back.

Oh, of course, of course. Anytime.

There's no record of his prints,

Aunt Martha, they're everywhere. I couldn't get within a hundred yards of Hallelujah Press.

Believe it or not, it involved infiltrating...

Uh... Uh... [KITT] Michael, I'm sure it's no problem.

Now, if you weren't with your Aunt Martha playing bridge during that time,

Michael is... indisposed.

You're missing the climax here. The knitting lady is slipping a thing around a mannequin.

and in 24 hours I'll know everything there is to know about Michael Knight.

It's a real nice place if you're thinking of retirement.

Boy, I don't believe this place. It's like it's frozen out of the '50s.

Yeah, that's a thought.

Don't answer that.

You said to detour Junior Agent Larkin. Well, dig this.

Imagination? You wouldn't know the meaning of the word.

[KITT] "Wally and the Beaver"? That doesn't compute, Michael.

Wait, wait. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Just forget about your good-bye story for a minute and listen to me.

We're not giving up on Ron Austin, are we?

I gotta get through! It's counterfeit!

[Devon] Charles Barnswell, retired federal employee.

I have a constitutional right to know what's going on.

[Barnswell] What are you, a child?

and there's no way I'm gonna spend the next 25 in prison.

It's such a nice, decent little town.

- I'll see what I can do, Michael. - Is there anything this car can't do?

KITT, I need a visual on Ron Austin.

Except to make counterfeit money,

He will. Leave it to me.

as the saying goes, long gone.

When you see him, tell him that Barnswell worked for the C.I. A...