Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[tires screeching]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, too.
[engine starting]
All right, so even if he didn't do it himself...
Why now, all right, all right, let's keep calm.
[car engine starting]
Just wait and see.
Michael, for that to work we have to be within 50 yards of our target.
Are you crazy? Jack's in no shape to race.
Used to belong to a partner of mine.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
I'm gonna make sure I find out who it was...
(all) Yeah!
[police siren wailing]
You want a race, you got one. Your car for my car.
We just want to move up in the organization.
He's been asking my friends a lot of questions lately...
Maybe the interference is coming...
I don't know.
You want a race, you got one. But not for money. I'm talking pink slips now.
(Bonnie) Michael, how could you have done this?
I didn't know police lieutenants worked traffic detail.
Club track at Saugus. I'll be there.
Maybe it's time we started working together.
Be well informed.
ls that any way to treat a brother racer?
ls that the price of admission? Yeah, that's it.
Diane. Look, I'm just trying to find out who ran down Stacy.
We gotta do something about this.
Like the Boss says, cars like this were "Born to Run".
KITT, we gotta stop him.
I'll hold you to it.
Buddy, I'm starting to worry about Jim. He's wound pretty tight.
[car engine roaring]
[telephone ringing]
Natural, huh? You're sure that's all it is?
No, why?
I told her I'd send her home in a car and she said she'd call you.
[engines roaring]
You bring this. Devon, I need your keys.
I need a direction. Right or left?
[tires screeching]
Everything's gonna work out fine.
Well, I'm sorry. It's just I feel so much of this is my fault.
Michael, I knew a man like Taylor wouldn't bring out the guilty car for a race.
The bomb. The bomb.