All language subtitles for knight rider s03e07

All you bad apples,
welcome to Sage City.

Big Ed, l say we fire up
this baby right now...

and grind those apples
into sauce.

Look, if you wanna find out
about Big Ed...

why don't you just take
a little peek
inside of his safe?

That all of my equity
is in my livestock.
No livestock, no equity.

Rebecca Hammond lost 20 calves
to rustlers this morning.

He's onto us, Alfred.

(KITT)
Am I seeing double?

[tires screeching]

(male narrator)
Knight Rider,
a shadowy flight...

into the dangerous world
of a man...

who does not exist.

Michael Knight,
a young loner...

on a crusade to champion
the cause of the innocent...

the helpless, the powerless...

in a world of criminals
who operate above the law.

How much farther to Sage City?
(KITT)
This is Sage City.

As for the Right-On-Ranch...

it's exactly 3.5 miles.
3.5 miles. Good.

Maybe we'll be in time for
a little country breakfast.

[cows mooing]

(Cat)
Bet the comforts of home...

would feel mighty good
to you about now.

[Cat chuckles]

Soft, perfumed sheets...

breakfast in bed,
a nice hot bubble bath.

How does that sound?
Like you've never been
to the Bronx.

No. Can't say that l have.
Cat, listen.

Just the cactus
sucking wind.

Cat, there's somebody
out there. l know it.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, get in. Let's go.

[neighing]

[cows mooing]

[cattle bellowing]

l'm not going to lose
this ranch, Cat. l've got
too many plans for it.

You get off this land,
you cactus sucking....

[gun fires]

[cattle bellowing]

[gun firing]

KlTT, did you hear
those shots?
(KITT)
I'm afraid I did, Michael.

All right,
find out where they came from.

[engine rumbling]

[gun firing]

[gun firing]

(KITT)
Michael,
those shots are coming...

from the Right-On-Ranch.

Hey, they're getting away!
Not if l can help it.

KlTT, we're in scanning range.
Give me a hard copy, will you?

Looks like rustlers, pal.
Welcome to the wild,
wild west.

Let's go get them, pal.

Jump, Cat, jump!
You don't have to
tell me twice!

What kind of truck is that?
(Michael)
A real big one, KlTT.

Michael, there's a young woman
up ahead.

Judging by the way
she's thrashing about,
I don't think she can swim.

[screaming]

Come on. l got you.

[Michael grunting]

You okay?

Oh, yeah, sure.
l just lost another
20 head of cattle.

My pick-up looks like
it went through
a giant can crusher...

and this just happens
to be a new outfit
and a new pair of boots.

Why shouldn't l be okay?

Who are you anyway?

You're welcome.

Name's Michael Knight.
l'm from the Foundation.

Where are all the others?

(Michael)
What others?

For all the trouble l had
convincing Devon Miles
that l needed help...

l thought he'd send an army
or at least a bunch of
reformed muggers.

Well, l'm sorry,
but what you see
is what you get.

And what you saw
is only part of what
you're up against.

There's also some
cowboys, truckers,
snakes of all persuasions.

Any idea who they are?

Yeah. The bad guys.

The bad guys.

Can you give us
a lift back to the ranch?
Yeah, sure.

l want to check out
the Sheriff.

There is a sheriff
in this town, isn't there?

Yeah.

Lots of luck.

[KlTT humming]

(KITT)
Don't you dare.

[spitting]

Keeping an eye on you.

Well, looks like
the hoosegow's over there.

(KITT)
Hoosegow? Is that something
like ''moo cow''?

No, it's not something
like moo cow.
lt's western for jail, buddy.

Don't tell me, they even have
their own language?

[Michael chuckling]

It appears
there's no one home.

(Michael)
KlTT, where's
the Shaggy Buffalo?

Right across the street,
Michael.

lt's taken. Very nice.

At least someone around here
has an ear for good music.

lt's not the song,
sweetheart. lt's the singer.

My name's Marilyn,
like in Monroe.

My name's Michael,
like in Knight.

Showtime is over,
Miss Marilyn.

Time to get your apron
from your room,
and do some honest work.

Hope to see you again,
Michael.
lt would be my pleasure.

Can l buy you a drink,
stranger?
No, thank you.
l'm looking for the Sheriff.

Well, you don't have to
look far. Little brother,
someone here to see you.

Seen him enough?
lt's about Rebecca Hammond.

She lost another 20 calves
to rustlers this morning.

Rustlers?

You've been watching too many
late-night movies, boy.

Then what do you call this?

l call that a truck,
taking a bunch of calves
to market.

Yeah, except they're
someone else's calves.
Says who?

Says Rebecca Hammond.
Her brand's on them.

Well, let me tell you
something about
Rebecca Hammond, boy.

She's a rancher about
like Marilyn over there
is a singer.

She don't care nothing
about cattle.

She only bought that spread
so she'd have a place
for her kids.

What kids?

A bunch of bad apples
she picked up off the streets
of New York City.

And now she wants to
bring them out here...

so's they can
terrorize our decent,
law-abiding citizens.

l'll tell you one thing.

The only one going to be
doing any terrorizing
around here is me.

Will you put
that thing away, Lance?

You a friend of
Miss Hammond's?
Yeah.

Well, then,
maybe she'll listen to you.

l happen to know
the Unified Ranch
Corporation...

has made her an offer
on her place.

A very fair
and reasonable offer.

And if you're really
her friend, boy, you'll see
that she accepts it.

You got that?
Yeah. Yeah, l got it.

Now, why don't you tell
the Sheriff to get off his
brains and get the rustlers?

[door shuts]

Get me Devon, will you, pal?

(Michael)
Well, Devon...

l think there's something
you failed to tell me.

Really, Michael?
And what is that?

That is Rebecca Hammond's
real reason for buying
the ranch in the first place.

Oh, I take it
you mean the children.

(KITT)
Michael,
what on earth is that?

Something tells me,
the bad apples.

They've arrived. Well,
Michael, I won't keep you.

Just remember, children
are the flowers of mankind.

Death.

Flowers?

Hmm.

l'll keep that in mind.

Bizarre.

(KITT)
Be careful, Michael,
there's just the two of us.

Yeah.
A mean scene.

Miss Hammond,
l think it's them.

Man, what did l do
to deserve this?

Two steps down, Joanna.
(Rebecca)
Hi, you guys.

Welcome.
l'm glad you finally got here.

Joanna, l've missed you,
you sweetheart.

All you bad apples,
welcome to Sage City.

All right...

what did you do
with the driver?

He quit.

He quit?

When?
After the breakdown.

The bus broke down?
No, the driver.

Forty-five minutes
out of New York City.
No guts.

Who drove?

What difference does it make?
We got here, didn't we?

He's got a point.

[chuckles]

Whose side are you on?

All right, all right.
Back on the bus.
Let's go to the ranch.

You mean,
this ain't the ranch?

Miss Hammond.
Did you get everything, Blue?

Yes, ma'am. Even
the Coney lsland hot dogs.

Cat, you get to
drive the bus.

Come on, Joanna,
you go with me and Blue.

Hey, come on.
We've got ways to go here.

l'll meet you out there.
We've got a few things
to talk about.

Well, l think it's time
we sashayed down to
the old homestead, partner.

(KITT)
I think I liked you better
when you spoke rock 'n' roll.

[laughing]

[engine accelerating]

Time is running out.
Maybe there's another way.

You do anything
you have to, Alfred.

And if that long drink
of water gives you
any trouble at all...

you just let me
handle him.

[gun firing]

So, you're a rancher,
or a mother hen to
a bunch of bad apples?

Which is it?
Both.

And they're not
bad apples, really.

They just haven't fallen
far enough from the tree.

They've been battered
and abused and used and
left to fend for themselves.

Even Joanna?
Especially Joanna.

She's been blind since birth,
kicked around more times
than an ltalian soccer ball.

lf you haven't guessed
already, Michael, my real
occupation isn't ranching.

l'm a child psychologist.
l kind of got that feeling.

By the way l handle the kids?
No.

By the way you tried
to milk that cow
which turned out to be a bull.

Seriously, Rebecca,
l do admire the way
you handle the kids.

Thanks.

Anyway, l came to
the conclusion that
all the testing...

and counseling,
and understanding
in the world...

didn't mean a thing
if after those kids
left my office...

they just went back
to the streets.

So you bought
the Right-On-Ranch.

With my savings and
every penny l could beg,
borrow, or steal.

See, l figured if l could
bring a bunch of them
out here with me...

for maybe a year...

let them work the place,
share in the profits,
if there are any.

Or even give them
a second chance?
Right.

But this is my first group...

and if l lose any more cattle,
it may be my last.

Cat and Blue are
the only hands
l've been able to hire.

So l need some help, Michael.

Rebecca,
that's what l'm here for.
l'm behind you all the way.

Yo,
that's one bad car, man.

Hey, man, there's not a car
made Diablo can't rip off or
chop up any day of the week.

(KITT)
I guess, Monday's
not a day of the week.

Oh, wow. Bizarre!

Oh, man. What a freak-a-zoid.
Now l'm getting mad.

Don't get mad, friend, get in.

[beeping]

Well?

Hey, dude, l'm from
1 25th Street.
l don't impress easy.

Oh, really? Well,
we'll see about that.

[engine starting]

[all exclaiming]

Killer wheels, man.

A real punk-out.

[tires screeching]

What's the 125th Street kid
have to say now?

[beeping]

Don't touch the eject button.
Hey, come on, dude.

[screaming]

lmpressive.

[cow mooing]

[horse snuffling]

[cow lowing]

[cow mooing]

[door creaking]

Unified Ranch Corporation,
what do you know about them?

Nothing, really.

Except that they're buying up
a lot of the ranches
around here.

Who's behind them?
l don't know.

[calf mooing]

[mooing]

Don't cry.

l'm here.

Everything's going
to be all right.

ls anyone there?

ls there someone there?

You just be real quiet
and l won't hurt you.

[screaming]

That's Joanna. lt sounds like
it's coming from the barn.

KlTT, meet me at the barn.
On my way, Michael.

[engine starting]

[screaming]

[horse nickering]

[tires screech]

Joanna, it's okay.
lt's me, Michael.

KlTT, run some
interference for me.

(KITT)
Right away, Michael.

[engine revving]

[neighing]

Man, you just knocked
my socks off.

Yes, well, put them back on.
It gets cold here at night.

You're okay, Joanna?
l found this in the barn.

Excuse me.

Hey, partner,
how about the ingredients?

[beeping]

(KITT)
Two parts C21, H22, N2O 2...

and one part S2O4.

Doesn't sound like the recipe
to Mom's apple pie, does it?

It's a deadly poisonous
alkaloid, Michael.
Mixed in with the feed...

it's enough to
destroy at least
a thousand head of cattle.

Poison?
Yeah, you heard me.

And it was found
in Rebecca Hammond's barn.

Now this goes
beyond rustling.

l want something done
about this.

(Alfred)
ln her barn, you say?

She ought to be more careful
than that.

Here, l'll just take that
for evidence.

You take it,
you take it the hard way.

You listen here.

l'm the Sheriff...

and if l say l want that
for evidence, then l'll
take it for evidence.

Ain't that right, Big Ed?
Tell me...

are you a betting man,
Mr. Knight?

Yeah.
You see that bucking bronco
over there?

Oh, that thing. l thought that
went out with the hula hoop.

l'll bet that Lance can stay
on that longer than you.

And if he doesn't?

Then you walk out of here
with the evidence.

Of course, you can always
walk out of here right now...

without it.

Well?

Let's go for a ride.

Guests first. Brother Alfred
will do the honors.

Hang on to this for me,
will you?

Michael, be careful.

l've seen real live cowboys
break their back
on that bronco.

Real cowboys?
Rodeo champs.

Rodeo champs?

Snapped right in two.
ln two?

Thanks for
the vote of confidence.

Ride it, cowboy.

Come on, Michael.

[whoops]

[crashing]

[groans]

You okay?
Piece of cake.

Twenty seconds.
Twenty seconds?

(Alfred)
That's right.

Let her rip.
Ride it, Lance.

(Alfred)
Ride it, baby.

Who are they kidding?

He's got more of a chance
of falling asleep
than falling off.

Ten seconds.

Ten seconds,
and still dancing.

Hey, partner, there's
a bronco in here that needs
a little bit more juice.

(KITT)
Coming right up.

More juice, KlTT.

[glass shattering]

(Marilyn)
Nineteen seconds.
Nineteen seconds.

My champion.

[panting]

Just call me
Bronco Knight.

Thanks, buddy.

Big Ed.
Yeah?

l think l figured out
another way to get rid
of Rebecca Hammond.

Once and for all.
Good idea, brother Alfred.

Meantime...

l got some house cleaning
of my own.

(KITT)
Michael, why do I
get the feeling that...

Home On The Range
wasn't written
with us in mind?

l hear you, pal.

And if l ever catch you in
Sage City again, you'll be
singing up on Boot Hill.

Maybe we've got
someone else on our side.

Yeah? Well,
for your information,
Sage City is Boot Hill.

Marilyn.

There's a bus
pulling out of here...

in 10 minutes,
and l'm going to be on it.
You won't miss it, l promise.

[people chattering]

Well?

Tell me what you know
about Big Ed Barton?

He's a rat. What more
do you want to know?

Why is this rat
so anxious to move
Rebecca Hammond off her ranch?

l'm not sure, but l think
it has something to do
with those kids.

Yeah, well, l don't.

Have you heard anything
about this
Unified Ranch Corporation?

Yeah, l think l heard
Big Ed and his brothers
talking about it once.

Do you remember
anything they said?
No.

But, look, if you want to
find out about Big Ed...

why don't you just take
a little peek inside
of his safe?

Safe?
ln his office
behind the saloon.

Being a crook himself, Big Ed
doesn't trust the banks.

He keeps his entire life
locked inside that safe.

Okay. Thanks.

[sighs]

Well, l got a bus to catch.
Yeah.

You.... You know where to?

Yeah. Wherever it's going.

See you around, Michael,
as in Knight.

Take care, Marilyn,
as in Monroe.

All right, KlTT.
We've got to get in
Big Ed Barton's safe.

In broad daylight?

Michael, even the most
desperate desperado....

Is something wrong?

There's a puddle on the ground
where the bus was parked.

What do you make of that?

(KITT)
Michael, it's brake fluid.

And I also detect some
steel filings on the ground.

Oh, no.
The brake lines are cut.

All right, you bad apples.
Let's keep it down
to a small roar, okay?

Okay.
All right.

[brake pedal tapping]

[tires squealing]

All right, you guys. Get down.

(Rebecca)
Now!

Michael, we're close enough
for me to microlock
the wheel system.

lt's too risky, pal.
Once we jam her...

she won't have enough strength
to keep the bus under control.

Pull up close to her bumper.

Michael,
what are you going to do?

All right. Take over, pal.

[tires screeching]

[grunts]

l got it. Go!

[grunts]

All right, KlTT, give me
all the microlock you've got.

(KITT)
Right away.

[tires screeching]

[tires skidding]

Everybody okay? You okay?
Yeah, all right.

All right, stay cool.
l'll have KlTT tow you back.

l don't understand it. l just
had the bus safety checked.

Don't worry. lt wasn't
a mechanical failure.

Somebody cut the brake lines.

Big Ed, l say we fire up
this baby right now...

and grind those apples
into sauce.

Not with that guy
Knight around. He's more
trouble than a Texas twister.

We're gonna be safer
sticking with
our original plan.

There we were...

on the trail of
one of the meanest outlaws
this side of the Rio Grande.

''We''?

Well, actually,
l was by myself at the time.

You familiar with
Billy the Kid?

Let's see.

Billy the Kid. Real name.:
William Bonney, Born.: 1860.

Died.: July 13th, 1881.

l'm talking about
a different Billy the Kid.

Mine spelt his with two D's.

I'm sorry.
You should be.

Besides, l ain't got time
to stand around
talking to no car.

l got dogies to round up.

Sure l can't change
your mind, Blue?

l'm sorry, ma'am...

but ever since l started
working for you, the guys in
town are not talking to me...

and the gals just ain't
smiling the way they used to.

l don't mind
the guys not talking.
l understand.

l did fix your brakes for you,
though, and mended the fence
on the south pasture.

Thank you, Blue. That's nice.

[car engine starting]

Hey. l got some good news.
l can use some.

Reinforcements are on the way.
Devon's coming.

Devon's coming?
That's it? Devon's coming?

Oh, God.

We barely escape death
because somebody
cut the brake line.

My one able-bodied hand quits.

The bank is going to
foreclose on my mortgage
if l lose any more cattle...

and you tell me
Devon's coming.
Wait a minute.

What's this about the bank?
Why didn't you tell me
about that?

l just found out in town,
that all of my equity
is in my livestock.

No livestock, no equity.

No equity, no Right-On-Ranch.

You know what else
they told me?

They told me that l should
accept the Unified Ranch
Corporation's offer...

and sell.

Well, did you give them
both barrels or just one?

l told them that
l'd think about it.

Don't look at me that way,
Michael.

[sighs]

Maybe it's just not worth
any more fight.

lf l really thought
you believed that,
l'd say okay.

lt's your ranch.
lt's your dream.

Hold up the white flag,
surrender the fort.

But come on, that's not you
and that's not me.

We've got them whipped, boss.
They just don't know it yet.

(Michael)
Devon, l need some answers.

ls it a corporation
or isn't it?

Unified Ranch lncorporated
is what is known
as a closed corporation.

lt has one majority
stockholder.

Unfortunately, the only way
to uncover his identity
is to find out...

who actually holds
the securities themselves.

lt's got to be the Bartons.
Yes, that may well be.

Unfortunately, at this moment
in time, it's going to be
difficult to prove.

Time's the operative word,
Devon.

Rebecca's running out of it,
along with her cattle.

Michael, if you think
about it, none of this makes
any sense anyway.

Why would anyone want to
buy Rebecca's ranch...

enough to go to these lengths?
Bonnie's right, Michael.

Ranching is one of the most
depressed businesses
in the country today.

Who says they want
Rebecca's ranch for ranching,
anyway?

What other purpose
could there be?
l don't know, Devon...

but it's gotta be big,
because they sure want it
bad enough.

Michael, you've got that look
in your eye again.

What are you thinking about?
Oh, nothing.

Just a little old R and R
at the Shaggy Buffalo.

[tires squealing]

[people chattering]

Beer, please.

KlTT, l think this place
needs a new disk jockey.

Put on something
l can dance to.

(KITT)
How about Swan Lake?

Yeah, right.
Just kidding, Michael.

[beeps]

[record skips]

[people exclaiming]

l'll take over for you.

[record skips]

[people chattering]

Take a hike, pal.

One more time, please.
Michael, if you're
not careful...

they'll be doing the Texas
Two-step on your head.

Just put on some
rock 'n' roll, will you?

(man)
Hey, wait.
Now, what's happening?

[people muttering]

Hey, wait a minute.
lt's not me. lt's that guy
over there smiling.

So, it really was you, huh?

[people yelling]

l'm a nice guy
once you get to know me.

[grunting]

[glass breaking]

[people shouting]

All right, KlTT,
amplify the tambours.
Right away, Michael.

[beeping]

[people yelling]

That is fantastic.

[gun fires]

[people yelling]

Hi-Ho KlTT. Away!

(Michael)
KlTT, can you give me
an overlay of Rebecca's ranch?

Whatever that ''X''
represents...

l'm positive it's somewhere
on Rebecca's ranch.

lf you're suggesting
mineral deposits...

l happen to know that
the old gold mines have been
picked clean years ago.

And there's no record
of oil in this area.

Well, it's got to be
something. X marks the spot.

KlTT, let's find it.

Michael, you know
there's an APB out on you?

Not the first time.

Yes, but l have absolutely
no influence in this area.

None whatsoever.

lf you're caught,
l can do nothing to help you.

And you must also consider
the Foundation.

After all, we are
a law-abiding organization.

l'll keep it in mind, Devon.
Thanks.

[tires squealing]

Michael, it's hopeless.

You're from the Bronx.
You're tough. Don't give up.
Don't let them beat you.

lt's not just the ranch
and the kids now.
lt's you, too.

You know, they've been here
twice looking for you already.

They're calling you
a fugitive.
l've been called worse.

Affirmative.

Okay, wise guy.
You're supposed to be
working here.

I am. As a matter of fact,
I think I've located
the mysterious ''X. ''

Where is it?
About 10 feet directly
to the left of you.

[humming]

Now two steps forward.

Looks like someone bored
a deep hole here.
Know anything about this?

(Cat)
l sure don't.

l'd say
it's a core sample.

KlTT, put on your
geological cap.
We need some answers here.

The hole goes down 46 feet,
Michael...

and there appears to be
a sizeable deposit
of malidium-sulfate.

Malidium-sulfate?
What's that?

It's a space age ore.
Extremely valuable,
once it's strip-mined...

and Rebecca's ranch
sits right on top
of the mother lode.

Strip-mining?
Do you know what that does
to the land?

lt makes the Bronx
look like a rose garden.

Unfortunately that's not
against the law,
but rustling is.

And l think these guys
are desperate enough...

to make that one big mistake.
Cat, l want you to drift
into town.

Spread the word...

we're moving the entire stock
to the south pasture.

But that's where they
hit us last time.
That's right.

We'll make it a lot easier
for them this time.

Jawing about it is one thing,
but catching them
is something else.

Yeah, Cat, but l got
an ace up my sleeve.

See this little guy?
They use this to
track game in Africa.

A couple dozen cattle
should be a pushover.

lf my friends in New York
saw me now,
they'd think l was crazy.

You know what?

Sometimes crazy helps.

Michael,
they're not coming.

They'll come.

lt's just a matter of time.

They'll come.

[KlTT humming]

[birds chirping]

[engine humming]

[people chattering]

[KlTT beeps]

(KITT)
Michael.

Got you, pal.

[men shouting]

[cattle mooing]

Michael, it worked.

Not yet.

Not till l get down there
and follow them and round up
the rest of the gang.

Man, look at the size
of that thing.

[cattle mooing]

Radical.

Bizarre.
Let's go get them, Michael.

Wait a minute.
lt's a job for me and KlTT.

Hey, man, there's no way
we're gonna miss out
on a rumble.

That's the fact, Jack.

You're looking at the warlord
of the Purple Gang.

Diablo, Magic,
you guys gotta stay here.

What if they send up
some more bad guys?

You got to take care
of the ladies. You be cool.

Right.
Yeah.

[engine starting]

[engine revving]

We're not going to blow
this rumble, man.
And you know that.

Cat, you heard the man.
Stay here and defend
the women.

Yo, let's head them off
at the pass.
Right.

Hey, come on, you guys.

Yo, we'll take the short cuts
over the bridge top.

Right on.

[engine starting]

[tires squeal]

[tracer beeping]

[mooing]

(Michael)
Looks like they're turning off
the highway, KlTT.

Map overlay indicates
Old Canyon Road.

Does the map overlay
indicate where it goes?
No.

But, were I to hazard a guess,
I'd say into an old canyon.

Thanks, pal.
We'll just hang back
until they rendezvous.

He's onto us, Alfred.

(Big Ed)
This time,
he's in for a big surprise.

[engine roaring]

[engine starting]

KlTT, l've got a feeling here.
What feeling?

That feeling.

[tires screeching]

[whoops]

(KITT)
Michael, am I seeing double?

Afraid not, pal.

[tires screeching]

[boys yelling]

(KITT)
We're running out of room.

(Michael)
lt's all timing.

[tires squealing]

I knew
you could do it, Michael.

Better get some help
out here, pal.

The state police,
an ambulance...

and a couple of very,
very big tow trucks.

[grunting]

All right.

Well, looks like
the Right-On-Ranch
will make it after all.

Right on.
Right on, brother.

(Magic)
Yeah.

[all laughing]

Like l was saying, KlTT,
there was Billy the Kidd.

(KITT)
With two D's?
Yeah, that's the one.

Standing right over there,
just about where
that stump is.

So, l just took
my trusty lasso, whirled it
high over my head...

and let her rip.

Now, here's the way
I would handle it.

Now, what do you think
of that, partner?

[humming]

KlTT.

Something tells me
you were once
a Texas Ranger yourself.

(Rebecca)
Chow time?

(Michael)
Hot dogs. Get your hot dogs.

Straight from Coney lsland.
Who wants to be the first?

(boy)
Real food. All right.

[all laughing]

Yeah.

Not worth the fight, huh?
Says who?

Right on, brother.
Yeah.

Right on.