Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

I was just asking.

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

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

Well, then, what do you want?

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

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

What happens now?

Thanks a lot. Just a minute.

[Ship Horn Blows]

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

- Can I go home now? - No.

- Ohh! - Nice catch.

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

What do you mean you get carsick?

Damn. KITT? KITT?

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

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

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

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

The police are convinced that I killed my boss.

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

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

Get the guards on the phone! Quick!

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

All right. Thanks a lot.

I'm not working for the police.

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

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

Is that why the cops are onto you?