Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

What do you mean you get carsick?

I was just asking.

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

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

Thanks a lot. Just a minute.

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

The police are convinced that I killed my boss.

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

- Ohh! - Nice catch.

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

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

Well, then, what do you want?

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

Is that why the cops are onto you?

Damn. KITT? KITT?

What happens now?

Get the guards on the phone! Quick!

I'm not working for the police.

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

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

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

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

- Can I go home now? - No.

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

[Ship Horn Blows]

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

All right. Thanks a lot.

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

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