Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah. Hello, Marty? It's Kim.

I'll do anything... anything... to get out of this jam.

and he likes to gamble.

KITT, we can cut a hundred miles off this trip by going through the desert.

I wanna talk to Lieutenant Dickerson.

You have an idea where I might find him?

[Women Howling, Whistling]

All right, Knight. What kind of stunt are you up to now?

of sending stolen goods across state lines,

However, at this point, time is a luxury you can't afford.

Look at this place! It's a disaster area.

But, see, you and I want the same man.

From now on, I'm sticking to the track.

No, buddy. I just want them to think they can catch us.

- Draft? - Yeah. That's perfect.

My dear boy, don't be so modest.

Come here. Shh. Calm down, Marty. Wh-What are we doing here?

Well, I'm sorry. Sorry. It's all right. Forget it.

You do. On a stack of Bibles, right?

It's a beautiful day. The hot sun makes everything romantic.

I'm afraid Cheryl goes on trial tomorrow.

I need you to do those books. You know that.

I want you. Oh. Uh, hi there, Butch.

How'd it do that?

You're not finished. Now, I promise you. I'm gonna find this guy.

- What's this all about? Murder? - Murder.

I'm out of your hair. You know, I really wish I could help you.

No. We better get out of here. He may have the cops on us already... no-good fink!

[Grunts] [Grunts]

L... I don't know what you're talking about.

Michael Knight, a young loner...

Well, to be honest, uh, no, not really.

[Gunshot] Will you try to keep this thing steady so I can hit him?