Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a company man in town.

[KITT] Here we go, Aunt Martha.

You've seen him before?

It's about time he did something to justify his percentage.

He is a slippery one, isn't he, Michael?

I don't give a damn about your lifestyle.

Well, then who is he? That's a very good question.

I ordered a steak. Oh, that's too bad.

Got it. Hi. Hi.

Okay. Well, listen,

and Mr. Barnswell,

But I changed my mind. I think he came here for a reason.

Who are you suspicious of? Why are you so reluctant to be seen?

wager that she would think it over and then decide to stay.

it is barely conceivable that you may find parts of my speech... interesting.

Hey, what's going on? I'm pursuing a suspect.

Yes. Stand back.

Yeah. Just shaken up.

What about that phone call, huh? Local call?

and continue to walk around.

I heard the Hallelujah Press was for sale.

Oh. That means he's either with a young lady or he's in jail.

Um, I help run the local newspaper.

But I'm sorry, I don't have the time.

What do you mean, "Don't ask"? You were supposed to be here at 1:00 this afternoon.

I'll say this for you, Michael.

kill a C.I.A. Field agent...

- You rang, Michael? - What the hell was that?

Sheriff, Mr. Barnswell, members of the town council, ladies and gentlemen,

Now that you mention it, yes.

The suspect's headed your way, north on Highway 12.

- I saw Ron Austin. - The counterfeiter?