Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I always make it look like an accident.

The driver of the car that tried to kill Elena and me.

to give up a good ride to go with us.

What do you do? Get the ball joints lubed, clears it right up.

Usual fee? Well...

How much longer till the race? Ten minutes, Michael.

or a con man selling counterfeit Rembrandts to a museum?

Bonnie needs your help, Michael.

I'm imprinting the official seal now, Michael.

whichever best applies.

Hit man extraordinaire.

Okay. Just so it's done this afternoon.

0.0 alcohol level, too.

I'm asking you for your help.

But I gave her, her genes.

(Mac) She really likes her Uncle Wayne.

Pardon me. Have you got a minute?

and I'm missing 200 revs from the top end.

Better go to the softer compound.

All right, close up.

Scan this for impressions from the last couple of notes, will you?

So, what do you think caused the crash?

(man) Hey, where's he going?

Next, Wayne Altfield.

Lurani's escaping. Come in, please.

Turn whatever evidence you have over to the proper authorities.

As well as microscopic grains of cordite.

I want to know who I'm up against.

on the hillside along the track.

And leave a witness? Not a chance.

And, of course, Mac and Elena already have the trophy.

It's the only one we have. It's crazy.

Get Bonnie at the garage, will you, pal? Right away, Michael.

Bonnie, it's for you.

(KITT) A hot lap?

Back, Steve, back. Don't rush it.

Michael, you know me altogether too well.

Transmissions that are suddenly dry...

I know it is for the Thomas Racing Team.

Yeah! I haven't seen a drive like that since we were kids.

You know I got a deal with Altfield.

Glad to meet you. Thanks.

the time restriction was clear.

But the killer won't. Michael's on his way to nail him now.

you'd think you'd actually have a chance of winning.