Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm scanning an illegal gambling casino inside.

Yes. Residue shows that it recently held promazine, a veterinary tranquilizer.

All right, follow my signal and get in as close as you can behind us.

You should have let me sell him when I had the chance, Max.

Thank you. Seven figures.

You got inside information? Let's just say, I have a hot system.

Let's give them a little fresh OJ.

Michael, what are you thinking?

You got me again, didn't you? I'm gonna get you.

I could take it all.

Seems like everybody in this territory's in a hurry to pack up and leave.

And I've got nothing but bad memories out there.

between burgers for himself, and oats for the horse.

Where is she? I don't know what you're talking--

in a world of criminals who operate above the law.

Right, pal. Thanks.

I'm glad you're back, King Jack.

Well, I'm afraid it's pretty standard stuff, Mr. Knight.

KITT, is there something I should know here?

I didn't ask you what you need. I'm telling you what you got.

Statistically, I couldn't lose.

Well, whatever it was, I'm glad to see you're back, Michael.

It's always sad, but in our business, we lose thoroughbreds every day.

It's time we had a man-to-man talk about Tommy-Lee Burgess.

It's your call.

I tried to cushion his fall but his leg....

(man) Twenty-three.

Promazine? Strong stuff?

You've got yourself a real champion, Max. Thanks to Michael.

None this week. Just King Jack.

He must have misunderstood you. You know, he's got a lot on his mind.

I just came to get some fresh air. You know how the air is in the club.

KITT? Not another penny.

Besides, her partner's not exactly Abe Lincoln...

Don't sugarcoat it, Michael. It was my fault.