Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All I'm concerned about is a man's name and reputation.
Michael, if someone wants to cut timber and give it to us for nothing...
Jonathan, Michael's right. It's time to face facts.
'Cause, I'm gonna make youse an offer you can't refuse.
Nobody's pirating any of my timber. Never have, never will.
Funny, KITT. That's very funny.
Yeah, talk to me about turning it...
No telling what we might run into.
We're trying to find out how much this mill pays for timber.
Yeah.
Devon. Jonathan.
Okay, pal. Let her rip!
Yeah. The more I talk to you, the more I think I'm dead on.
[explosions]
Now, as I understand it, each region has its own inspector...
I'm afraid logging country is the best I can do.
I'm not going to move on him...
He got here sooner than I thought.
Stop it! Call the security!
Betcha they're gonna be happier than a couple of off-duty cab drivers.
Got it, Michael.
Back off! Back off me, Dutton.
Not so fast. That's twice they were waiting for us.
Sam, Knight?
You got your sights set on the wrong target. You ought to hear me out.
Oh, before you go!
I tell you what, you keep this between you and me...
and never catch Nash in the act, and you know it.
Devon, I want this assignment dropped.
I got it, Michael, but we better get moving.
Deal.
Dutton Industries follows every Federal regulation to the letter.
Let Dutton and Nash take away everything you and your parents worked for?
He'd better not. I've had a crush on this man for as long as I can remember.
By the way, she's already transmitted...
instead of dealing with Whitby.
When was the last fire in Castleberry Grove?
KITT? Yes, Michael?
It's true, Daddy. Michael's right.
I'm sorry, but turbo boosting isn't one of our options at the moment.
"Be productive, Sam.
A Bronx cabbie? Come on, stop putting me on, Mickey. I...
Not a chance, Devon. Everything leads to his door.
a shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man...
You get these to the authorities. Nash is mine.
technical logging data to KITT.