Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sgt. Courtney? Lieutenant.

I can't. Why not?

I'm going to shut all your systems down now, partner.

But this car's red, not gold, like the paint chip.

And if we play our cards right, we might even draw out the car that hit her.

Diane, what is this nonsense about you quitting the team?

It's all mine, Michael.

You don't know that for sure!

lf that's what you want.

Bonnie, it was the only way. Losing him in a race?

I'm her roommate, not her shadow.

A double turbo 600 horse engine. Zero to 60 in 3.5 seconds.

[tires screeching]

I checked you out. Up to two years ago, you didn't exist.

That's all right, pal.

What's the "E" stand for?

All right. Let's go for it.

Knight. Michael Knight.

(woman) Two, three, four, five, six...

Let's go get him.

Yes, but are we speeding?

Believe me, it cost, but our alibi is covered.

You remember Jim Courtney? Courtney?

Hey, you know, you're a regular Marcus Allen.

Plan B, what is Plan B?

I was hoping it wouldn't come to this.

Yes. The Ballet Academy even agreed to hold my scholarship for me.

Thanks, Devon, I will.

Oh, no, Michael! You're not handing me over to that....

Primarily, we don't like amateurs mucking up our investigation...

Oh, come on, there's no need for that. No, no, it's a....

Everything all right, Diane?

Only if you promise to come back in one piece.

Excuse me. Are you Diane Landra?

Called banzai-running, KITT. A speed kick for the man who has everything.

So I see. But you might consider worrying a bit about Devon.

I'll do better than that. I'll save them all.

[engine roaring]