All language subtitles for Knight Rider - S03E07 - The Rotten Apples

All you bad apples,
welcome to Sage City.

Big Ed, I 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.

Am I seeing double?

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?
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.

Bet the comforts of home...

would feel mighty good
to you about now.

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 I have.
Cat, listen.

Just the cactus
sucking wind.

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

Come on, let's go.

Come on, get in. Let's go.

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

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

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

All right,
find out where they came from.

Michael,
those shots are coming...

from the Right-On-Ranch.

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

KITT, 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?
A real big one, KITT.

Michael, there's a young woman
up ahead.

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

Come on. I got you.

You okay?

Oh, yeah, sure. I 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 I be okay?

Who are you anyway?

You're welcome.

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

Where are all the others?

What others?

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

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

Well, I'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.

I want to check out
the Sheriff.

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

Yeah.

Lots of luck.

Don't you dare.

Keeping an eye on you.

No word for love

Well, looks like
the hoosegow's over there.

Hoosegow? Is that something
like "moo cow"?

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

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

It appears
there's no one home.

KITT, where's
the Shaggy Buffalo?

Right across the street,
Michael.

If you leave me tonight

I will cry

Though you say
we will both meet again

Words like love

And truth and goodness

Words like
till death us do part

I will never love another

Take my heart,
take my heart

Take my heart

It's taken. Very nice.

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

It's not the song,
sweetheart. It'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.
It would be my pleasure.

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

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

Seen him enough?
It'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?

I 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.

I'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.

I 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, I got it.

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

Get me Devon, will you, pal?

Well, Devon...

I 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.

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.

I'll keep that in mind.

Bizarre.

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

Yeah.
A mean scene.

Miss Hammond,
I think it's them.

Man, what did I do
to deserve this?

Two steps down, Joanna.
Hi, you guys.

Welcome.
I'm glad you finally got here.

Joanna, I'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.

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 Island 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.

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

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

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

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.

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 Italian soccer ball.

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

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

By the way I handle the kids?
No.

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

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

Thanks.

Anyway, I 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
I could beg, borrow, or steal.

See, I figured if I 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 I lose any more cattle,
it may be my last.

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

So I need some help, Michael.

Rebecca, that's what I'm here
for. I'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.

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

Oh, wow. Bizarre!

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

Don't get mad, friend, get in.

Well?

Hey, dude, I'm from 125th
Street. I don't impress easy.

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

Killer wheels, man.

A real punk-out.

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

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

Impressive.

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?
I don't know.

Don't cry.

I'm here.

Everything's going
to be all right.

Is anyone there?

Is there someone there?

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

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

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

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

KITT, run some
interference for me.

Right away, Michael.

Man, you just knocked
my socks off.

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

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

Excuse me.

Hey, partner,
how about the ingredients?

Two parts C21, H22, N2O2...

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.

I want something done
about this.

In her barn, you say?

She ought to be more careful
than that.

Here, I'll just take that
for evidence.

You take it,
you take it the hard way.

You listen here.

I'm the Sheriff...

and if I say I want that for evidence,
then I'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. I thought that
went out with the hula hoop.

I'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.

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

Real cowboys?
Rodeo champs.

Rodeo champs?

Snapped right in two.
In two?

Thanks for
the vote of confidence.

Ride it, cowboy.

Come on, Michael.

You okay?
Piece of cake.

Twenty seconds.
Twenty seconds?

That's right.

Let her rip.
Ride it, Lance.

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.

Coming right up.

More juice, KITT.

Nineteen seconds.
Nineteen seconds.

My champion.

Just call me
Bronco Knight.

Thanks, buddy.

Big Ed.
Yeah?

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

Once and for all.
Good idea, brother Alfred.

Meantime...

I got some house cleaning
of my own.

Michael, why do I
get the feeling that...

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

I hear you, pal.

And if I 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 I'm going to be
on it. You won't miss it, I promise.

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?

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

Yeah, well, I don't.

Have you heard anything about
this Unified Ranch Corporation?

Yeah, I think I 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? In 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.

Well, I 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, KITT. 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?

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.

All right, you guys. Get down.

Now!

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

It'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.

I got it. Go!

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

Right away.

Everybody okay? You okay?
Yeah, all right.

All right, stay cool.
I'll have KITT tow you back.

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

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

Somebody cut the brake lines.

Big Ed, I 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,
I 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.

I'm talking about
a different Billy the Kid.

Mine spelt his with two D's.

I'm sorry.
You should be.

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

I got dogies to round up.

Sure I can't change
your mind, Blue?

I'm sorry, ma'am...

but ever since I 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.

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

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

Thank you, Blue. That's nice.

Hey. I got some good news.
I 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 I 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?

I 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 I should accept the
Unified Ranch Corporation's offer...

and sell.

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

I told them that
I'd think about it.

Don't look at me that way,
Michael.

Maybe it's just not worth
any more fight.

If I really thought you
believed that, I'd say okay.

It's your ranch.
It'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.

Devon, I need some answers.

Is it a corporation
or isn't it?

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

It has one majority
stockholder.

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

who actually holds
the securities themselves.

It'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? I 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.

Beer, please.

KITT, I think this place
needs a new disk jockey.

Put on something
I can dance to.

How about Swan Lake?

Yeah, right.
Just kidding, Michael.

I'll take over for you.

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?

Hey, wait.
Now, what's happening?

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

So, it really was you, huh?

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

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

That is fantastic.

Hi-Ho KITT. Away!

KITT, can you give me
an overlay of Rebecca's ranch?

Whatever that "X"
represents...

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

If you're suggesting
mineral deposits...

I 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.

KITT, let's find it.

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

Not the first time.

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

None whatsoever.

If you're caught,
I can do nothing to help you.

And you must also consider
the Foundation.

After all, we are
a law-abiding organization.

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

Michael, it's hopeless.

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

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

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

They're calling you a fugitive.
I'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.

Now two steps forward.

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

I sure don't.

I'd say
it's a core sample.

KITT, 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?

It makes the Bronx
look like a rose garden.

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

And I think these guys
are desperate enough...

to make that one big mistake.
Cat, I 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 I 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.

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

You know what?

Sometimes crazy helps.

Michael,
they're not coming.

They'll come.

It's just a matter of time.

They'll come.

Michael.

Got you, pal.

Michael, it worked.

Not yet.

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

Man, look at the size
of that thing.

Radical.

Bizarre.
Let's go get them, Michael.

Wait a minute.
It's a job for me and KITT.

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.

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.

Looks like they're turning off
the highway, KITT.

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.

This time,
he's in for a big surprise.

KITT, I've got a feeling here.
What feeling?

That feeling.

Michael, am I seeing double?

Afraid not, pal.

We're running out of room.

It's all timing.

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.

All right.

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

Right on.
Right on, brother.

Yeah.

Like I was saying, KITT,
there was Billy the Kidd.

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

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

So, I 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?

KITT.

Something tells me you were
once a Texas Ranger yourself.

Chow time?

Hot dogs. Get your hot dogs.

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

Real food. All right.

Yeah.

Not worth the fight, huh?
Says who?

Right on, brother.
Yeah.

Right on.