Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Michael, I've been spotted by one of the guards.

I was just asking.

Get the guards on the phone! Quick!

- Yeah. It's pretty good. - I'm impressed.

On a variety of subjects. What do you care to discuss, Mr. Keene?

Now, what were you doing at Marty Keene's apartment?

Remember what Dickerson said? This is his turf; he calls the shots.

I'd go out the back door. You know what I mean?

All right. Thanks a lot.

Is that why the cops are onto you?

What happens now?

I'm not working for the police.

[Ship Horn Blows]

All right. Let's go. Come on. And spread 'em. Spread 'em.

- Picking up any sign of him yet, KITT? - Not as yet, Michael.

Damn. KITT? KITT?

Oh, no? That's too bad. I hear they give very good funerals.

- Can I go home now? - No.

We got some kind of a power foul-up over here. Be right there.

We gotta find Marty before he gets to the cops and spills his guts.

Thanks a lot. Just a minute.

That's the next step. See if you can pick up police frequency.

You're with your favorite girl, the girl of your dreams. Who's that? Alice Melkin.

What do you mean you get carsick?

Well, then, what do you want?

Oh. Well, that's... that's very generous of you, Mr...

The police are convinced that I killed my boss.

You know, that's the sixth time you've asked me that question.

You're rubbing hot oil all over her shoulders, back and forth.

- Ohh! - Nice catch.