Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey. Hey, guys!

But I can't do that if I'm worrying about you.

You killed my husband.

Mrs. Morgan, Lt. Rayford, PD.

KITT, you all right?

[elevator whirring]

[metallic clattering]

Prove him guilty, Barnes.

Come back after the weekend.

And then they killed him.

You could tap a phone or a computer bank without a trace.

Oh, what about Millie's chili?

Everything went up. The plans, the equipment, the people.

KITT, that lady was telling the truth. Call Devon.

Well, that's fine by me. Of course...

I'm with a private organization...

Whoa! So the reverse rotation on the cue ball exceeds the forward velocity...

And show me where you'd plant the bugs...

I'm scanning for him now.

[camera clicks]

(KITT) You're showing signs of distress, Michael.

Are you expecting anyone?

Hired by Macroplex straight out of Caltech...

It'll help how I feel inside.

Devon, you don't understand.

We'll never get the smell out of the upholstery.

Barnes, our work is finished here.

He's a nice guy. We had him over...

I didn't get them.

And show her the pictures. He'll just be a moment.

I'm no good at this, and I don't like it...

Give him the works. Right away, Michael.

Well, you look great in cement.

We have a warrant to search the premises...

Michael, this man, Soltis...

The trunk wiring will be starting then.

I'll keep you posted.

(KITT) This is the school where Janet Morgan teaches, Michael.

Take me up. Take me up.

So, they restored all of his insurance money, and his benefits.

Something sure felt very wrong back there.

Are you with the police? No.