Knight Rider (1982) s04e14 Episode Script

The people who run this company aren't | buying timber.
They're stealing it.
If someone wants to | cut timber and give it to us for | nothing, that's their business.
You ought to be more careful, Knight.
| You just started a forest fire! KITT! We're trapped! Get to | the back porch.
Go! Go! The tickets are forged.
Nash | is certifying stolen lumber.
That wasn't his ghost who just | had a meeting with my father.
We've got to get rid of him.
We have a problem, Michael.
| I see it, pal.
I see it.
Knight Rider a shadowy flight into the | dangerous world of a man who does not exist.
Michael Knight, | a young Ioner on a crusade to champion | the cause of the innocent the helpless, | the powerless in a world of criminals | who operate above the law.
Thank you, sir.
| Park right up there.
Last time we came here | to a party the guests danced on tables | until sunrise.
Took me two days to recover.
You must have taken | someone else.
Devon, I think I would have | remembered you dancing on a table.
Really? Having a good time? | Yes.
Yes, I am.
| Good.
Oh, here's Devon.
Good.
Devon.
| Jonathan.
Bonnie, it is so nice to | have you here.
Thank you.
My, looking proud, aren't we? I hear the fragrance of perfume | has permeated the boardroom.
Congratulations, Sam.
Thanks.
Keeping it in the family, | as Daddy always says.
Oh, there's no doubt | about it, Sam.
You've inherited | Jonathan's business acumen.
Promise, now, that you won't | hold it against her.
He'd better not.
I've had a crush on | this man for as long as I can remember.
Oh, good.
Come and have a drink.
Can I get you | some champagne? A year ago, our Humboldt Division | was so awash in red ink I decided to shut it down.
But my little girl kept on insisting | that she could turn it around.
So, I decided | to drop the entire mess in her lap, | just to shut her up.
Tonight, we're celebrating our third | quarter of record sales and profits.
All because of | this young lady who some day will replace me | as Chairman of the Board.
Here, here.
Back off! Stop it! | Call the security! Back off! | Back off me, Dutton.
You got this and more | coming to you! How does it feel, huh? Don't like having things you | care about destroyed, do you? Get a hold of him! Grab his arms! Get his arms, get his arms.
Get that saw | out of his hand.
Let me go! Let me go! Well, I'm glad | that assignment is over.
I've had my fill of potholes.
Come on, KITT, | New York is incredible.
Where else can you ride | a subway one minute and a Brahma bull the next? Michael, while you were playing | cowboy in Madison Square Garden I was stuck talking to | that parking attendant.
He accused me | of having an accent.
I finally had to use | my voice synthesizer and talk like | a New York cab driver so he could understand | what I was saying.
I rest my case.
Speaking of oddballs don't you think it's time | you took off that hat? No way, pal.
I earned | the right to wear this hat.
I got more bruises than | the Big Apple's got bagels.
Why? Don't you like it? Well, after what you said to that | cowgirl in the hip-hugger chaps That was just a joke.
I'm not getting a set of | horns for a hood ornament.
What about | the palomino upholstery and the six-shooters | for door handles? Now, that I think | would be nice.
A horseshoe hanging from a rear-view | mirror might be a good touch.
Why, hello, Devon.
| What's up? Something I want you | to look into, Michael.
If it isn't a hot tub, | I pass.
I'm afraid logging country | is the best I can do.
Yesterday someone named | Whitby, Erik Whitby vandalized Jonathan Dutton's | home with a chain saw.
You know, it might have something | to do with one of our cases.
Good thinking.
| I'll put Bonnie onto it.
By the way, | she's already transmitted technical logging data | to KITT.
He'll brief you in transit.
| And, one more thing, Michael.
This Whitby has had several | run-ins with the local authorities.
You sure they shouldn't be | handling something like this? They have been handling it.
| He's been arrested and charged.
But you see, | I'm still worried.
You're worried he'll get out on | bail and go off the deep end again.
He was paroled this morning | in the custody of his sister.
I'd like you | to keep an eye on him.
All right.
While I'm at it, maybe I | can find out what lit this guy's fuse.
From what I've observed, it | seems to be a very short one.
Be very careful, Michael.
Thank you.
Morning.
You Erik Whitby? Depends on why you want him.
I got some questions | I need answered.
You got a badge to back them? No, no.
I'm not with the | police.
I just want to talk.
Then you must be with Dutton.
Hit the road, pal.
First one's a slug.
| Next one's a birdshot.
Erik! What is going on here? Give me that.
| Ask him.
Who are you, mister? Name is Michael Knight.
I'm with The | Foundation for Law and Government.
Seems your little brother got creative | with a chainsaw and upset a lot of people.
I'm a little worried | about their safety.
I knew you were | with Dutton, mister.
You tell him that our parents | spent their lives on this land.
They left it to us and nothing's going to keep us | from working it just like they did.
Still no reason to | vandalize a man's house.
According to local police, | you got a bad habit of popping off | when you don't get your way.
Look, that was years ago, | okay? Look, we're not bad people.
If I wanted to hurt Dutton, | I would have, believe me.
I was just trying to make a point, | that's all.
I'd say you made it.
Now, you want to tell me | what's going on here? You really want to know? I didn't drive all the way | up here just to get shot at.
We've got timber that should have | been sold and milled months ago.
Of course, Dutton's mill is the | only one around, but he won't buy it.
Well, Mr.
Dutton's | a businessman.
He's got to have a good dollars | and cents reason for that.
There is.
He can buy all the | timber he wants for half our price.
Yeah, and the only way to do | that is by operating illegally.
Wait a minute.
Logging is | a regulated industry.
Now, as I understand it, each | region has its own inspector to prevent illegally cut timber | from being sold to the mill.
Right? He's called the scaler.
| He works in the field.
Tickets each log to verify | it hasn't been pirated.
Now, the mill can't accept | one that doesn't have a ticket.
Yeah, and Dutton's man has | found a way to get around him.
Will you hold it? The only one I know who's committed | a crime around here is you.
Now, you put a hold | on your temper.
I'll try and find out if | what you're saying is true.
Either way, you owe me a hat.
How are we doing? All right, | better button up, pal.
No telling | what we might run into.
I'm a little puzzled, | Michael.
It appears you've signed | a truce with the enemy.
Yeah, well, it's a long shot, | KITT, but there's a chance that the Whitby's are just a | couple of hard-working people who are getting | the short end of the stick.
Do me a favor, will you? Run down what saw mills are | paying for raw lumber these days.
Give me the national average.
It fluctuates, Michael.
| But at the moment it's $79.
90 | per 100 board feet.
All right.
Let's see if we can do worse.
Worse? | Did I hear you correctly? You sure did.
For starters, | I want to see if the mill is undercutting the | going rate like Whitby's claim.
All right, | but it's rather obvious we aren't a lumberjack and | his faithful mud-caked pickup.
I'm way ahead of you.
I already | got an angle to cover it.
You know, I have to admit, I hope | it turns out Whitby is innocent.
I owe him a favor.
All right.
Let me have it.
He forced you | to take off that hat.
Funny, KITT.
| That's very funny.
Hey, buddy! Tell me where | I can find the scaler.
Right back over there.
His | name's Gerry Nash.
Thank you.
Hey! Watch out, | would you, turkey? That's 5,000 horsepower of trouble | you're jockeying with there.
Keep an eye on him.
| Excuse me.
Hi, name is Knight.
| Mike Knight.
I'm with | White Wood Pulp and Paper.
I understand you're | the scaler in this region.
That's right.
| The name's Nash.
Gerry Nash.
I'm in kind of a hurry | right now.
Got to get back- Only take a couple of seconds.
| Our company is purchasing some acreage in this area.
We're trying to find out how | much this mill pays for timber.
Funny.
You don't look like | the kind that can't read.
Prices are marked | right over there on the wall.
Those prices? If those prices | are for real the people who run this company aren't | buying timber, they're stealing it.
You got a lot to say for somebody who | just moved into this grove, don't you? The way I understand it, these | loggers are making a fair shake.
The way I understand it, the only way | you can cut timber at those prices is to cut it illegally.
I hope that's not | an accusation, pal.
Nobody's pirating any of my | timber.
Never have, never will.
And I wouldn't recommend it | if that's where you're headed.
Oh, no, sir.
No, sir.
| White Wood Pulp and Paper is a stickler | about regulations.
And we stick it | to anybody who isn't.
Come in, Dave.
Dave? Can you read me, Dave? | Come in.
Over.
Dave, can you hear me now? | Loud and clear, over.
All right, Dave.
There's a dude | down here asking some hard questions.
He's driving a black T-top.
He's | following one of your trucks outta here and | headed your way.
You say he didn't buy | a round trip ticket, Gerry? I knew you'd get my meaning.
How did you make out | at the mill, Michael? The Whitby story | held up, pal.
I figure Dutton's paying half | what the timber's worth.
Where are we going now? Wherever that truck goes.
I was afraid of that.
Get that black car! Michael, that oncoming truck is | taking up both sides of the road.
All right, | micro-lock his brakes, pal.
He's too close.
| There isn't enough time.
That was a close one, | Michael.
We hit a rock.
It must have | bounced up and hit me in the What was that? Like I was sayin', Mickey I just took a helluva shot | right between the eyes.
What's wrong with your voice, | pal? You sound like a Bronx cabbie.
A Bronx cabbie? Come on, stop | putting me on, Mickey.
I Oh, dear, my conversations | with that parking attendant.
The accent board in my voice | synthesizer must have loosened and retroactivated | to New York.
Well, that makes | a little bit of sense.
You returned to normal | when we hit that last bump.
Keep your scanners peeled for | the next one.
Don't hit it.
Hey, where are you headed? Nowhere special.
Just feel | like getting out for a while.
Oh, yeah? How come last time you said | that you ended up at Dutton's party? No chainsaw.
Listen, I just want to | see if this Knight guy's on the level.
Nash! Hey, | just the guy I want to see.
You know, a funny thing happened.
I was | headed up the road a couple of miles and suddenly out of nowhere, comes | this truck.
I almost had a head-on.
Yeah, well, these old logging runs ain't | exactly the Hollywood freeway, are they? What's all this got to do | with me? Well, strange thing.
Looks just like | that truck over here and it was headed in this | direction.
Thought maybe you saw it.
I see lots of them.
What were | you doing up there anyway? Checking out acreage | for my company.
Ain't no real estate for sale up there, | pal.
You were going in the wrong direction.
Yeah.
The more I talk to you, | the more I think I'm dead on.
Mr.
Knight? Yeah.
Three years ago, | Foundation Headquarters.
I'm Sam Dutton.
Sam.
Hello.
Hi.
I remember this shy little girl Look at you.
Whoo! Call me Michael.
| Well, Michael Daddy's little girl grew up | and became his right-hand man.
And a busy one.
Do you mind if | we talk on the way to my office? No, no, it's fine.
| Okay.
I've been looking forward to meeting | you again.
I didn't expect it'd be here.
Neither did I.
Not until Devon told me to look into what | happened at your dad's place last night.
I know.
I mean, he told me that you'd | be keeping an eye on the Whitbys.
Sam, I talked to the Whitbys.
I | don't think they want to hurt anybody.
Really? Then what prompted the | remodeling job on Dad's house? Frustration.
Whitbys can't get | a fair price for their timber.
Somebody's underselling them.
| You know what? They're right.
Michael, if someone wants to cut | timber and give it to us for nothing that's their business.
| Not Whitby's and not yours.
Yeah, but it's your business to make sure | it's been cut legally, before you buy it.
These guarantee it.
Not if there's a fox guarding | the chicken coop, they don't.
Which means? | If my guess is right somebody's pirating that timber and | Nash is slapping these tickets on them.
I'm a businesswoman, Michael.
I | can't afford to guess.
I have to know.
I've been dealing with Nash for over a | year and I can tell you, you're wrong.
I tell you what, you keep | this between you and me and I'll prove I'm not.
| Deal? Deal.
I've got a lot of work to do.
| Yeah.
Me, too.
KITT, analyze this ticket.
I want to find out | where this tree grew up.
That's an easy one, Michael.
| It's a simple binary code.
According to the ticket, the log | was cut from the Castleberry Grove.
That's a legal cutting area | according to the data Bonnie gave me.
All right.
Now get a picture of | the ring pattern of the same log.
The one without a ticket over | there.
Right away, Michael.
Got it, Michael.
All right.
| Let's get out of here.
Okay, I'm betting that log | wasn't cut from Castleberry Grove.
Analyze the ring pattern.
Tell | me everything you can about it.
If I'm right, it's not | going to match the ticket.
The specimen is a 47-year-old | Pinus ponderosa.
It survived a flood | as a sapling a harsh winter | in its 15th year a forest fire in its 42nd, and | - Hold it.
Hold it.
That forest fire | was five years ago.
When was the last fire | in Castleberry Grove? July, 1964, Michael.
That's over 20 years ago.
There's no way that log could | have come from Castleberry Grove.
That ticket had to be forged.
Hey, Mickey? You mind | tellin' me where we're goin'? Oh, no.
Bonnie's got to | fix your vocal chords.
If you don't drive me crazy | first, we're going to Whitby's.
Give them the good news.
Betcha they're gonna be happier than | a couple of off-duty cab drivers.
Anything else | I could do for ya? If that tree wasn't from | Castleberry Grove where was it from? See what you can | come up with, okay? Mickey, to you, the moon.
| You know that.
Give me the moon, give me the | data, give me a pizza, but please stop talking like that.
Just | do it without talking.
Please.
Hey, Erik, what's wrong? Take all those good feelings | and forget about them! Knight's not helping us.
| He's working with the Duttons.
Erik, what are you | talking about? I'm turning that mill | into a pile of kindling.
If they won't mill our timber, | they aren't milling anybody's.
Hurt them in the pocketbook, | they'll start seeing it our way.
Michael, he's going to | try and stop the mill.
Maybe you can talk some sense | into him.
Somebody better.
You got your sights set on the wrong | target.
You ought to hear me out.
Come on, | you ought to hear me out.
Erik, Nash is the thief here.
He's | putting scaler's tickets on stolen timber.
You got proof of that? No, | but I know where to get it.
We're going to catch him | red-handed.
Right there.
That's a national park.
You mean, they're cutting | on federal land? You're crazy.
It makes no | sense pirating in those areas.
They're policed by rangers.
Who have | millions and millions of acres to cover.
They could patrol | that area for years and never catch Nash | in the act, and you know it.
I'm really getting tired of you biting | the hand that's trying to feed you.
What's your next move? To get in | there and get the evidence myself.
That's on high ground.
They'll spot | you before you get in to see the grove.
You know the country.
Maybe you know a back road.
Erik? Maybe I do.
Back road? | This isn't even a cowpath.
Tell me about it.
Riding that bull was easier.
I'm getting bruises | on my bruises.
Mickey, ya gotta- Sorry about that.
I mean, you've always been a | scintillating conversationalist.
But until I can let | Bonnie do her stuff I'm forced to restrict you to official | scintillating only.
KITT? | Yes, Michael? Welcome back, partner.
Welcome | back and keep your scanners peeled.
Certainly, Michael.
Okay, KITT.
| Let's go into silent mode.
You see what I see? | Affirmative, Michael.
Crank up your zoom lens | and get some shots, huh? I'm going in | for a closer look.
I'll get right on it.
Make sure you get a mug shot | of Nash stapling those tickets.
Whatever you say, Michael.
I got it, Michael, | but we better get moving.
My scanners just picked up | someone in the area.
All right.
Hang in there, | I'm on my way.
He got here | sooner than I thought.
Come on, | let's go cut him off! I hear it, | but I don't see it.
A log slide, Michael.
| Directly above us.
We'll never get out | of the way in time.
We got to make | the most of what we got.
Hey, | who turned out the lights? Mickey? Mickey? You got any ideas | how we- Hey, no, not again.
| Come on, please, please.
Snap out of it.
| Snap out of it.
Thank you, Michael.
I was about to ask if | you had any approach to this predicament.
Yeah, talk to me | about turning it into a pile of toothpicks, | will you? I'm sorry, but turbo boosting isn't | one of our options at the moment.
Why not? We got enough power here.
Give me maximum turbo thrust and | blast me out of here, will you? We have the power, Michael.
But the logs have interlocked | around us like a giant cage which will move along with | us.
I'm afraid we're trapped.
All right.
Then we'll shake things | up a little first.
I think that did it, Michael.
Okay, pal.
Let her rip! Way to go, pal! All right, | let's get out of here.
They're pirating timber.
That's how they sell it | for half price.
Yeah, we got enough evidence to nail | Nash and those palookas, but good.
Not so fast.
That's twice | they were waiting for us.
Somebody on the inside's | got to be tipping them.
Had to be Nash | the first time but he didn't know | we were coming here.
I'm not going to | move on him until I can figure out | who else is involved here.
Get me Devon.
| His accent I can handle.
Hey, gimme a break, will ya? I don't like this any more than | you do, Mickey.
It's the pits.
Mickey? The pits? Michael, it sounds as if you | drove to logging country via the Brooklyn Bridge.
I'm ready to jump off a | bridge.
He's driving me crazy.
Two things, Devon.
First, anything on that | check on Whitby yet? Yes, I was about to report that he has no | connection whatever to Foundation cases.
His actions must be related | directly, therefore, to the Duttons.
They sure are.
It's a business matter.
Whitby's not getting a fair | shake from Dutton's saw mill.
Which brings me to item two.
I want you to set up a meeting | with Sam and Jonathan for me to discuss it.
I don't think that's | a very good idea, Michael.
Jonathan is upset that you're | getting involved with his business instead of dealing | with Whitby.
You told me to find out | what's going on here not support an assumption.
| That's exactly what I'm doing.
But somebody on the inside's | working against me.
I got to rattle some cages | and find out who.
Jonathan doesn't rattle | so easily.
As they say, he's about | the coolest customer I know.
Pirated timber? | That's absurd! Mr.
Knight, you don't know | what you're talking about.
Dutton Industries follows every | Federal regulation to the letter.
That's right.
Our records | are an open book, Michael.
We have scaler's tickets for every log we | - The tickets are forged right there.
Nash is certifying | stolen lumber.
That's why the Whitby's | can't compete.
Are you telling me The | Foundation is supporting Whitby? The man who barged in here and destroyed priceless | antiques with a chain saw? He was a desperate man.
He and | his sister are decent people.
All they're trying to do is | scratch a living out of their land.
They're the victims here.
You're putting the well-being | of a couple of misfits before that of my employees! | Now, what about them? There are 2,300 jobs | at stake here! Devon, I want this | assignment dropped.
Not a chance, Devon.
| Everything leads to his door.
He and Sam have to | deal with it.
I put this business together from | scratch, to use your term, Mr.
Knight.
I'll decide | what I deal with! Michael.
Let me try.
Jonathan, Michael's right.
| It's time to face facts.
Your mill has been | purchasing stolen timber.
Just whose side | are you on, Devon? The side of truth, Jonathan.
Daddy, don't get so upset.
I have to admit, l | - No, no, no.
Don't admit anything.
The media gets a hold of this, and you'll | be tried and convicted before you know it.
The innocent have nothing to fear from | The Foundation's activities, Jonathan.
You know that.
But those who are | involved do.
I promise.
You okay, princess? | I guess so.
I'm sorry about all this, | Daddy.
Maybe, I didn't ask all | the questions I should have.
Maybe I was too anxious to | turn it all around for you.
But I didn't | break any rules.
I didn't do anything illegal.
| I know, I know.
Now, listen, if Nash is | taking advantage of us I'll deal with him | in my own way.
No, you've got enough to do, | Daddy.
Let me take care of this.
I'm the one they used I'm responsible for this, | so let me clean this up.
It's a little late for that, | don't you think, Sam? I mean, frankly, if it had been any other | manager, he'd be out the door by now.
But then, I can't fire my future | Chairman of the Board, can I? I hope you're not going to | ask me to drop this case.
Michael, you know | better than that.
All I'm concerned about is | a man's name and reputation.
This won't be the first time a big company | got caught for swatting a little guy.
Michael, I want you to be certain | beyond any shadow of doubt before you do anything | that may injure Jonathan.
Devon, you have my word.
Nash? Nash, I thought | you took care of the job.
Hey, easy.
Why don't you | just take it easy? Take it easy? Michael Knight is going to | bring this whole thing down on top of us.
Sam, Knight? I just dropped enough timber | on Knight to build a city.
That wasn't his ghost who just | had a meeting with my father.
We've got to get rid of him.
He went to Whitby's place | from the estate.
You can get all three of them | off our backs if you move fast.
What about your old man? Is | he just going to let it go? Look, I've handled him for | the last year, haven't I? I've got this thing | right where I want it and nothing's going to | ruin it.
Not even him.
You do your job | and I'll do mine.
Nash, no slip-ups this time.
I want Michael Knight | out of my way for good.
This is great.
| This is just great! This is exactly what we need | to put Nash out of business and get ours back on | its feet.
All right.
You get these to the | authorities.
Nash is mine.
Michael? Michael, Nash's pickup | is approaching the house.
I hear you, pal.
No, that's not the way.
You ought to be more careful, Knight.
| You just started a forest fire! That's three times! Every time | we make a move, he's there.
Sam Dutton.
She's got to be | the one who's tipping him off.
Is there another way out of | here? Yeah, in there, come on! We're trapped! KITT, we're trapped.
Get | to the back porch.
Go! Go! On my way.
Hurry, Michael.
Get in.
There's no driver.
| I don't understand.
He's here.
| You just can't see him.
Thanks, pal.
You just saved | us from a serious barbecue.
Go! Give them a little CO2 action, | will you, pal? They're beating us.
They're | beating us at every turn.
What, are you guys quitters | all of a sudden? Look, it's not over | until you stop trying.
Well, what about your parents? You | said they left this land to you.
Well, something tells me they | wanted it to be your life, too.
To keep alive | what they started.
So, what are you going | to do now, just walk out? Let Dutton and Nash take away everything | you and your parents worked for? There's nothing I'd rather do than | help put them where they belong.
Let's do it, man.
Let's | put them where they belong.
Is it done? | Well done.
A little forest fire blew up and | swept right through the Whitby place.
Good.
| Then it's business as usual.
Yeah, and we won't have Knight | gettin' in our way anymore, either.
Then start cutting timber, | we've got a lot of I thought he was dead! He is dead! | He's got to be dead! Nobody got out of that blaze alive! | Get him, don't just stand there! Get the guy | in the white hat, KITT.
You're going to be | a lot busier than you think.
Thanks for babysitting, pal.
Timber! Expertly felled, Michael.
Thanks, | pal.
All right, let's get the pickup.
We have a problem, Michael.
| I see it, pal.
I see it.
Here he comes now.
| Get ready! Get out of there.
Right there.
You're going | down like a sapling.
All right, KITT, we got to | stop that loader, and fast! All right, take over.
Gotcha, Michael.
Nice work, Michael.
All right, KITT, plot me Samantha's | route and give me a little turbo boost.
Way to go, Mickey! Hey, watch out! | She's not gonna stop! I've located her.
It looks like | she's heading for home, Michael.
All right, | notify the police.
Have them meet us | at Dutton's estate.
Right away.
We got some | catching up to do, pal.
Give me all | the pursuit power you got.
What do you want? | Sam.
Where is she? Why? Why are you bothering | her? She tried to kill me.
Are you out of your mind? You get | out of here or I'll call the police! I already have.
Mr.
Dutton your daughter's responsible | for the timber pirating.
She had Nash torch the Whitby's | place.
I just came from there.
We barely got out | with our lives.
It's true, Daddy.
| Michael's right.
Why, Sam? Because you pushed | and pushed.
''Be productive, Sam.
''Women are getting power | in the marketplace, Sam.
''There's no one to take over | the business, Sam.
'' Because I knew I couldn't | fail you No, stay back! No, take it easy.
Sam you've got to take | responsibility for your actions.
Come on, you're talking to | Michael.
Now, give me the gun.
No! Daddy, tell them tell them we don't want Michael | here.
Tell them all to go.
I'm sorry, Sam, I can't.
It is time we faced | our responsibilities.
I'll cover Whitby's losses | and try to make things right.
You all have to | Well, do what you have to do.
No, Daddy! Come on.
It's over.
It's over.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, I think that should put | an end to KITT's New York accent.
Although, Michael, I don't know | why this couldn't have waited until we got back | to The Foundation.
That's 'cause | you guys got no idea what kinda torture | I was going through.
His accent was drivin' me | up the wall, let me tell ya.
I wish you'd stop | rubbing it in, Michael.
It was your driving that caused my | English to become less than perfect.
You know, | somebody once said that although the Americans and | the English are staunch allies they're separated by | a common language.
Who said that? Haven't a clue, old boy.
Well, what we have to say | is the same in any language.
Thank you, Michael.
| Thanks for everything.
Oh, before you go! Couldn't let a staunch ally | leave without a hat.
Hey! Hey! | This means a lot.
Thank you.
| Oh, no.
Hey, this is your lucky day.
'Cause, I'm gonna make youse | an offer you can't refuse.
I won't tease you | about your New York accent if you don't tease me | about my serious cowboy hat.
Very good, Michael.
| I accept your offer.