Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

- Thank you. - For what?

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

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

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

I don't want her interfering with your work.

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

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

I'm an actress. Of course!

I don't understand.

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

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

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

I must have fallen asleep.

[Engine Starts, Tires Squeal]

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

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

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

- Let's go! - [Tires Squeal]

A pretty good actress too.

welcome to the Third Los Angeles International Equestrian Grand Prix.

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

Let's go down and enjoy the party.

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

[Siren Wailing]