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Yeah, and the only way to do that is by operating illegally.
Funny. You don't look like the kind that can't read.
I was afraid of that.
Nash? Nash, I thought you took care of the job.
He's too close. There isn't enough time.
(KITT in Bronx accent) Hey, who turned out the lights?
Having a good time? Yes.
Come on, you're talking to Michael. Now, give me the gun.
Frustration. Whitbys can't get a fair price for their timber.
[in Bronx accent] Mickey, ya gotta...
The people who run this company aren't buying timber. They're stealing it.
Sam, I talked to the Whitbys. I don't think they want to hurt anybody.
We've got timber that should have been sold and milled months ago.
Yeah, well, it's a long shot, KITT, but there's a chance...
Nowhere special. Just feel like getting out for a while.
Thanks.
That's right. The name's Nash. Gerry Nash.
No, no. I'm not with the police. I just want to talk.
Devon, I think I would have remembered you dancing on a table.
Now, you want to tell me what's going on here?
This won't be the first time a big company got caught for swatting a little guy.
That's why the Whitby's can't compete.
Good. Then it's business as usual.
(Michael) Tell me about it.
There's nothing I'd rather do than help put them where they belong.
Michael, he's going to try and stop the mill.
Michael, that oncoming truck is taking up both sides of the road.
Really?
I want you to set up a meeting with Sam and Jonathan...
I don't like this any more than you do, Mickey. It's the pits.
Keep an eye on him. Excuse me.
We have scaler's tickets for every log we... The tickets are forged...
If it isn't a hot tub, I pass.
(male narrator) Knight Rider...