Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

O-L-l-N. He's working for Royce under an assumed name.

Did you run that through the computers? Nothing.

Yeah. I'll miss you.

I worked day and night to make Escape a success.

Yes, he was on the guest list at Philip Royce's that night.

who does not exist.

I got a plane to catch.

Please remove the staple from my fender.

Then at the blackjack table, I was splitting a pair of tens...

- Do you know anything about computers? - A little.

It's all right.

You do the cake. [Grunts]

When you think of Philip Royce, what do you think of?

Then why would he suddenly leave the next day?

I thought you couldn't make it. I couldn't. I can't, but I'm here anyway.

Hi. I'm glad you could make it. It's good to see you.

Michael, this is Bob Kroiger.

[Door Opens] [Man Clears Throat]

And if I'm not mistaken, you and I have some unfinished business to take care of.

The word doesn't seem to connect to anything in Royce's personal or corporate life.

Why? What were they trying to hide?

Devon, if he was an investigator, he had files.

George Olin is not a theory.

Well, if, uh, you need anything, um...

Welcome to the Escape suite.

What? I'm sorry.

- You've gotta be kidding. - Look.

You didn't drive all the way?

She don't know nothin'. Why don't we just dump her?

I've programmed KITT with everything imaginable on Royce's publishing empire...

Look, Royce is dead. Olin's dead. You're not talking about...

- [Screams] - They're turning the man's death into a circus.

Real time for a change. Oh.

Thanks, Kent. I'll get back by myself.

Where'd he go? Who'd he see? "Where" is easy. Las Vegas.

Well, thank you, Bob.