Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Rudy del Fuego hosting a bunch of assassins isn't my idea of a party.

As long as they don't know where we are.

We have to find him. He'll know who I am.

This is David Burns. An American investor in San Mirada's emerald mines...

[Engine Starts, Tires Squeal]

[Siren Wailing]

you call me on the comlink. [Micki] Uh, Michael?

A pretty good actress too.

I don't understand.

- Let's go! - [Tires Squeal]

No one knows if the assassin is a man or a woman.

[KITT] Yes, there's been a slight change. He's arriving a day early...

Let's go down and enjoy the party.

- Thank you. - For what?

I'll stop him if I can't stop you. That's me!

welcome to the Third Los Angeles International Equestrian Grand Prix.

and we still don't have a clue of who could be his... his murderer.

I must have fallen asleep.

KITT, go in your surveillance mode and meet me at the door.

I'm an actress. Of course!

I hate to be the one to break this to you, but automobiles are not human.

sometimes as far back as the factory where the car was made.

A temporary memory loss? You mean, she has amnesia?

I don't want her interfering with your work.

It... It's this thing with Micki.