Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, you know, you're a regular Marcus Allen.

Oh, no, Michael! You're not handing me over to that....

Everything all right, Diane?

Let's go get him.

But this car's red, not gold, like the paint chip.

What's the "E" stand for?

[engine roaring]

I'm going to shut all your systems down now, partner.

I checked you out. Up to two years ago, you didn't exist.

I can't. Why not?

I'll do better than that. I'll save them all.

Excuse me. Are you Diane Landra?

Diane, what is this nonsense about you quitting the team?

It's all mine, Michael.

(woman) Two, three, four, five, six...

You don't know that for sure!

Thanks, Devon, I will.

[tires screeching]

Called banzai-running, KITT. A speed kick for the man who has everything.

I'm her roommate, not her shadow.

Plan B, what is Plan B?

All right. Let's go for it.

Knight. Michael Knight.

Sgt. Courtney? Lieutenant.

Bonnie, it was the only way. Losing him in a race?

You remember Jim Courtney? Courtney?

And if we play our cards right, we might even draw out the car that hit her.

Only if you promise to come back in one piece.

That's all right, pal.

I was hoping it wouldn't come to this.

Oh, come on, there's no need for that. No, no, it's a....

Believe me, it cost, but our alibi is covered.

Yes, but are we speeding?

So I see. But you might consider worrying a bit about Devon.

A double turbo 600 horse engine. Zero to 60 in 3.5 seconds.

Yes. The Ballet Academy even agreed to hold my scholarship for me.

lf that's what you want.

Primarily, we don't like amateurs mucking up our investigation...