All language subtitles for Kung Fu S01E07 Nine Lives

As quickly as you can

snatch the pebble from my hand.

When you can take
the pebble from my hand

it will be time
for you to leave.

Time for you to leave.

Oh, you little darlings,
let's blow this hillside

wide apart and show
me a pile of gold.

Make Shawn Mulhare
the richest son

of Erin ever returned
to the old sod.

And when I get back there,

I'll topple on his teakettle
every Britisher...

...and every Protestant I meet.
And I'll gladly pay the fine.

I'll laugh.

I'll go right back and I'll do
the same thing all over again.

*She begged for
silk and laces *

* The winds they blew so cold *

* So I'd struck
out for better luck *

*In the land of yellow gold *

* Bite your tongue my Annie *

*Be waiting by the door *

* And I'll be back
to fetch you gal *

* In a hundred years or more *

* She held herself so fancy *

* That on her wedding day *

*She found her waist
in corset ties *

* And she bade her dad away *

* Slop the hogs my Annie *

* Oh soon you won't be bored *

*'Cause I'll be back
to fetch you gal *

*In a hundred years or more **

Heaven above, will you let
a man do his day's work?

Will you quit that, now?

Run, Chinaman!
Flee for your life!

[explosion]

Now, hear ye, hear ye!

This is a duly constituted
court of justice.

District of Dirty Nose Canyon.

The honorable
Judge Todd A. Pritikin

presiding.

So appointed, apparently, as I
was the only man in this camp...

...who owned
a clean white shirt.

Alright! Prisoners
before the bar

you are hereby duly
charged with being guilty...

...of the following. To wit!
You, you Oriental heathen...

...have failed to
provide proper care

for and protect the life...

...of this camp's
favorite cat...

...known hereabouts as Boozer.

Shawn Mulhare!

There is a law in
this camp that nobody

uses powder or dynamite...

...without prior
arrangement and warning.

Now, this cat was not
just an ordinary mascot...

...or a good-luck charm,
though he was both of those.

All this time-wasting
talk of cats

in this world of the dogs.

I've had enough
of your nonsense.

I've got work to do.

That's contempt of court!
Stop this man. Stop this man!

Take him back there.

No! Stop!

No!

Stop it!

I thank you, Master Po,
for what you have done for me.

Not for you, young Caine.
For myself.

But I was the one.

The foreign barbarian
they wanted to hurt.

Young Caine, when I was a boy

I fell into a hole
in the ground...

...and I was broken
and could not climb out.

I might have died there

but a stranger came
along and saved me.

He said it was his obligation.

That for help he
had once received

he must in return
help 10 others...

...each of whom would
then help 10 others.

So that good deeds
would spread out...

...like the ripples
from the pebble in a pond.

I was one of his 10.

And you became one of mine.

And now I pass this
obligation on to you.

Fellow men

this court is
bunged-up, done in...

...bruised, bounced, bloodied...

...and its majestic
dignity is sorely bent.

Chinaman!

If I hadn't been voted down,
you'd be hanging dead...

...from that tree for mixing
in a white man's quarrel.

But the condition
is that you clear out

of this canyon!
And don't come back.

-You understand me?
-Yes.

Yes what?

I understand you.

You do, huh?

It's a good thing
you're leaving.

Bailiff, untie him.

And you, you crazy mick, you.

Mick, you are banned
from this camp...

...until you bring us,
in recompense

for the killing of
Boozer, a new cat!

The same in all ways.
Size, character...

...disposition
and beer-drinking capacity!

Men, have I stated
your wishes correctly?

Are you serious?

There isn't a cat
within 100 miles of here.

It is so ordered.

Bailiffs, cut him lose.

No, I'll go no further.
It's not a cat they want!

It's me they want,
away from the digs!

They wanna clean it out!

There's 10 men's
fortunes back there.

Here, look.

It come out of that blast.
Look at it.

Here, touch it. Just-just
feel the weight of that.

Yes.

That is good.

If you find a cat you
will need money to buy it.

You cold heathen statue. If a
man showed such a thing to me...

...it'd be like
a million morning suns

bursting my brain!

Caine, can you think
of a way to go back?

I mean, a way to
overcome the lot?

And I swear on my
hope of salvation

that I'll share with you.

Chinaman, you,
you'll be a rich man.

I have no need to be rich.

You're either a liar or a fool.

Or a spy.

Did they pay you
to walk with me?

I walk with you
because we go the same way.

-And because I must help you.
-Help me? How? Why?

I have a debt.

Also, it was I who put
the animal in harm's way.

And so you say you'll help me?

You'll help me, Shawn Mulhare?
How will you help me?

Will you beat the clouds with
a stick and make it rain cats?

Will you pray to your
Chinee God and have him

reply with a beer-drinking cat?
How will you help me?

Me, a man who is covered
with the boils of misfortune.

And at last I find
a mountain of gold

and I can't put it
in my poor pockets...

...until I find a cat.
How will you help me?

To go anywhere,
begin by taking a first step.

Good evening.

My name is Henry Skowrin.
Esquire.

Entrepreneur. Manager
of athletic entertainment.

And that a Chinee
you got with you?

-Well, he's half and half.
-One of those, uh?

Well, mixed blood is bad.
Breed straight, breed true.

And for proof,
look at my own fine sons.

There's George, Herman,
and little old Perlee.

Look at the size of him.

He can wrestle
just about anything,

from a grizzly bear
to a redwood tree.

Give them the spiel, George.

Try to lift him off the floor,
gents, for one dollar.

Win a dollar if you make it...

...lose a dollar if you fail.

Anybody want to try for five?

Try to pin his shoulders
back for five dollars.

-Come on!
-Care to try?

I ain't seen a dollar
for a year and a half.

That's too bad.

Because Perlee's been feeling
kind of puny this morning.

-What you got in the pot?
-That all you got?

-That one bird?
-That's mine!

-No, it ain't!
-Yeah, it is, I got it.

Daddy, everything
we come across, he eats!

-He's gonna eat us dead!
-No, I ain't.

-I gotta keep up my strength!
-What for?

You scared all the suckers away.

What you see is all we've got.
The gathering was not easy.

-No, you don't.
-Hold fast, hold fast!

Alright, you come one at a time.

No one steps up to this Mulhare,
insolent as ye are,

and takes his food.

Look at this here coat.
I'm gonna get me a coat!

Look here.

Hey, George,
look at these boots. Here!

Yeah, look at these boots here!
Look at these boots.

The best charioteers
do not push ahead.

The best fighters do not
make displays of anger.

The wisest antagonist
is he who wins

without engaging in battle.

But, master, is this
not a contradiction?

To train the body thus,
yet shun anger and battle?

This is the power
of not contending.

It is how the weak
overcome the strong.

Those bloody cutthroats.

Oh, there'll be
a day of reckoning.

Will revenge get you a cat?

This land you come from,
this China,

is it as far as it seems?

Very far. In many ways.

A strange country, is it?

To a visitor.
As this land is strange to me.

Would an Irishman, a Catholic,
would he thrive there?

That would depend upon the man.

Not the man I have in mind.

Not in China, here,
or anywhere else.

The man I have in mind
is dressed in gold.

He's a man of means,
a man of substance.

Seated in a golden chair,
the head of his own table.

With hundreds of guests
and friends and relatives...

...all in silks
and broadcloths and satins.

Eating and drinking
just like lords.

And me providing it all.

Gold in me pockets,
bags of gold under the table...

...gold in every chest,
in every cupboard.

That's the man I'm thinking of.

A house, but no smoke
from the chimney.

Ferry, no ferryman,
no horse to work it.

You see anyone?

Well, I'm a man in a hurry.

And while it's a little early
in the year for me bath,

well....

Gone away for
a while, I suppose.

-Hello!
-Something is wrong.

Well, as me father used to say:

"If you go looking for trouble,
you're gonna find it."

Let's see if there's
any food in the house.

[horse neighing]

It's the sound of pain.

Slow...

...and easy, misters.

She gonna die anyway,

we don't need no special
excitement for her.

Why must she die?

You don't know what
a breech case is?

Oh, how women try to make
moments like this consequential!

A breech case, is it?

She's gonna die, is she?

Reach in and turn
the little one...

...around so that
it can be born.

It's upside down in her.

Them sharp hooves
are tangled up.

She starts laboring,
they're all gonna cut her up

so bad inside she gonna die.

Well, have you never
dealt with it before?

There was one on the farm there,
when I worked as a boy.

You just reach in, cup your
hands like that,

bring the palms of your hands...

...to the hooves,
sharp as they are,

and protect the mare, and....

I ain't got the strength for it.

Oh, glory, glory, glory.

Are you laughing again?

Well, in plain fact,
her chances are slim.

There's a rhythm to
the contractions...

...and I have to ease the little
hooves out each time between.

And if she kicks or flings
herself even for a moment...

...the hooves are gonna cut and
tear. And, well, she'll be lost.

Then she must not move.

Well, how do you prevent it?
With laying on of the hands.

It can be called that.

The hands, grasshopper,

are the eyes
and tongue of touch.

Through them,
a man may reach out

and see another's
feelings or speak his own.

Is it not sad, master,
that the hands of a man...

...may strike a blow
as well as caress?

Pain and pleasure are like
two bells, side by side.

And the voice of each makes
a trembling in the other.

Are pain and pleasure,
then, so alike?

Are the eyes
and the tongue alike?

We see the butterfly
and an ugly wound.

And the same tongue
which screams also laughs.

I already have a fortune.

What I need before
I can pick it up is a cat.

What if you don't find one?

How far can you go
looking for a cat?

There ain't more
than half a dozen

between here and San Francisco.

A thing that scarce, folks won't
be too ready to give theirs up.

Well, don't you worry,
woman, I'll find one.

You'll find one.
You'll be a tramp all your life.

Here I am, I'm offering you
a chance for something solid.

You could work the ferry
business with me. A partner!

Then you could build a hotel.

You could grow up
with the country.

I've starved
and shivered and sweated

in me own country
and in this country...

...and I don't
find any difference.

It's the rich man
with the moneybags

that makes the poor
man's weather.

If it wasn't for
that cursed cat--

[cat mews]

Oh, no, you ain't gonna
take this cat from me.

I'm fond of it. She's a comfort
to me. You ain't gonna take her.

There's a tear in
my eye and a hurt

in my heart at
the very thought of it...

...but it's that
very same gentleness

that the creature
will thrive on.

Now, if you just give it to me,
I can go back to the mine.

Will you work for her?

Until the flesh
is worn off me bones.

There. My second husband said,
"Want a well? Gotta dig here."

Then he went off to the war,
got himself killed.

The woman's daft!

You got a blessed river
flowing by your own doorstep!

Oh, I'm daft? What kind of hotel
you think I'm gonna have?

Gonna have my guests go
down to the river to wash?

I told you. I want a well.
I want it here.

-And I made you an offer.
-A cat for a well.

Well....

As you say,
it's not a bad bargain.

I can hardly wait
to hold a pick

and shovel in my
hand once again.

Can't you ever make
things easy for me?

If you seek pick and shovel,
they are in the barn.

No.

Shh.

I don't have time for
your foolishness now.

The theft would be foolish.

I'm not interested in morality
now, least of all yours.

-I'm gonna get that cat.
-But not steal it.

Get up, get up, get up!

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!
Come here! Look!

It's that Chinaman.

Water?

-Want some water?
-Yes, thank you.

That's what it is!
Granite! It's solid granite!

Oh, can't you understand,

it'll take dynamite
to break through there!

We made a bargain.
You gonna dig me a well.

I've done all that I can!

A dry hole in this
ground ain't no well.

-This here is a dry hole.
-Oh, God save the mark!

Her husbands must
have been glad to die.

Ask her, someone. Ask her.

What's a well compared
to the dignity of a man?

Laboring! Laboring,
and for what? A cat?

A cat? And nobody caring for the
aching heart of Shawn Mulhare.

That's got nothing but a nugget
from a mountain of gold.

Oh, the saints preserve us.

Well, we look
a little different,

don't we, than when
we met last time?

There ain't nothing
you'd want around here,

so why don't you
just keep on going, eh?

Fellas, hitch up Sophie.

We can get these
people across the river.

Yes, Sophie. Well,
she looks just fine.

She's done well. She has--

That's a fine-looking cat there.

I don't think I
saw that cat before.

We don't have many
cats in these parts.

Cat like that might bring
50 or 100 dollars.

Herman, you think you
could carry that cat

in your rain slicker?

Herman!

As the poet says:

The ways that are dark
And the ways that are vain

And the heathen
Chinee is peculiar.

Herman, don't you
hurt the catch.

Perlee, George.

What's this they
say about your hands

and your feet being
dangerous weapons?

Don't shoot me with one of them!

What are you scalawags up to?

Scalawags?

Why, madam, we
have just saved you

from being murdered
in your own bed.

$10,000 alive. $5000 dead.

And his hands and his feet

should be considered
dangerous weapons.

You fellas remember that shotgun

this little lady
shoved under our noses...

-...last time we was here?
-You won't find it.

Disappeared.

George, go look for it.

Ten thousand dollars, huh?

Well, now.

What was all that hollering
about gold I heard?

Gold?

I could hear it
clear over there.

Now, you wouldn't be
the greedy kind that'd hold

out on us last time we met,
would you?

-No, no.
-Well, you hadn't better be.

Wishful words, me boyo. Wishful
words. That's all it was.

Maybe.

And maybe you busted
a wishbone and got your wish.

Go on, search him, boys.

Hold it, hold it!

Is that it?

No.

-Sure it is. It's gold.
-Tell you, it's fool's gold.

-It ain't worth beans.
-You're a liar!

You sure, Herman?

Because if I find out elsewise,
I'll skin you alive.

-You know I can.
-Pa, it's iron pyrite.

That's the book word for it.

It looks like real
gold but it ain't.

It is gold!

I'm telling you, it is gold.

Well, I tell you...

...I done some
prospecting myself.

There's a difference.

Woman, it is gold. It's gold.

If it's gold, go some place
nice and quiet and spend it.

-I can't find it, Pa.
-Well, keep on looking.

Go on in the cabin.

-I'm gonna look after Sophie.
-Don't you touch that mare!

Hear me? No, you--! Come on out!

Will you stop your jabbering?
Perlee, get rid of her.

Don't take away that mare.
Don't let him--! You'll die!

You put me down, you bully.
Put me down!

You just stay there. Herman!

We're gonna get
this horse out here

and throw the Chinaman on it.

-No one told me.
-You showed it to no one.

-I showed it to you.
-What do I know of gold...

...as compared to
the knowledge of experts?

Ask me knowledge of what I know.
How to overcome those...

...much larger than yourself.

Or how weak are those

who bellow their strength.

Like the charging bull.

Such things I would teach you.

Why, you dumb Chinee!

You think you're gonna
learn me about wrestling?

Get him over here
and throw him on the horse.

Teacher is as water to the soil.

He cannot grow a pomegranate
from a mustard seed.

I said you get that
Chinaman on this horse!

Now, wait, Pa, wait.

He's lying about
them dangerous weapons.

Why, all he's got on
there is hands and feet!

He's up to something again.
I can just feel it.

Perlee, you just
ain't got no sense.

Now, Pa, I wanna wrestle him!

-Perlee!
-Pa, how long can it take?

Look at that skinny Chinee.
Two, three minutes.

And besides, I ain't
no mustard seed.

-And you're gonna find that out.
-Listen, Perlee.

This is your daddy
talking to you.

Pa, all I wanna do...

...is have him
show me a few tricks.

And make some....

And make some
chop suey out of him.

Come on, mash him, Perlee!
Bear-squeeze him to death.

Get off your back, Perlee.
You're a Skowrin!

That's my boy.

That's it, Perlee, now!
That's it!

-Stomp on him. Stomp!
-That's it, son.

Come on, get him, Perlee!

That's it, boy.

He's doing alright, Daddy.

That's it!

Now you got him, Perlee.

[splashing]

Get out of that water,
it ain't good for your body!

Well, do something!
Get in there, kill him!

Hang on, Perlee, I'm coming!

[gunshot]

[groaning]

Oh, quit. Nothing but rock
salt in this machine.

I hate guns, but I got
another charge of salt in here.

Who'll it be?

Hold on, hold on. We're coming.

Come on. Come on,
help me up with him.

Give me your hand, Perlee.

-Hey, Perlee, give me a hand.
-I'll take what's ours.

And the boots.

Be glad your mother ain't
here to see your shame.

$10,000. We'll have to come back

with a posse or sheriff
or something...

...and get that Chinaman.

-Well, now, Perlee tried, Pa.
-Well, it just weren't enough.

-That's true.
-Weren't quite enough, Perlee.

-Salt's killing me.
-Well, stand in your stirrups.

Well, now, seeing as how you
did so well in that fight...

...why don't you go down
the well and fetch the cat?

[cat mews]

[mewing continues]

Kitty.

There you are.

Alright, now.

[cat mews]

Shawn?

[dramatic music]

Shawn.

Shawn!

You $10,000 man.

-You seek still to be rich?
-And why not?

How many $10,000
men does a being

see in this poor man's world?

Let the rope down, Shawn.

Now, why should I?

Would your soul rest
easier if Henry Skowrin

or Perlee delivered you
over instead of myself?

-Shawn, let the rope down.
-It's gone. It's all gone!

The gold is gone.
My dreams are gone!

Gone with the sweat I
poured down in this hole!

With you working by my side the
whole while and worth a fortune!

Were you laughing
at me, Chinaman?

Were you laughing
at Shawn Mulhare?

You are angry
because you betray me.

Yes, I'm angry!

As a child I starved
in the potato famine.

As a young lad I carried
my baby sister's coffin.

I dropped it in the road...

...because my arms
were that tired

from fatigue and starvation.

I'm angry! I'm angry me mother
died in the mill of consumption!

Me father died
on the manure pile.

Now, there's a place
for an Irishman...

...to give up the ghost.
I'm angry.

I'm angry, not
a penny to my name!

No family! No house
in me own land!

I'm angry! I'm angry!

I'm angry!

[screaming]

Holy saints!

I know everything about a man
except what makes him a fool.

Will you let down a rope?

Before we catch
our death of cold?

Will you let down a rope?

No! No, come down.

Come down!

Lord help them. They'll drown.

Fetch the ladder from the house!

It is not long enough.

-I'll ride for help!
-There is no time!

You'll have your well
now, me darling,

but it's filling
fast with water.

Shawn, there is a way. A man
might climb as if in a chimney.

His feet against one wall,
his back against the other.

It'd take a man with legs
as long as himself!

Or another man.

Let us try.

Now.

Your right foot. Up!

Your right.

The left.

-This is not possible!
-Keep pressing against my back.

Do not even slightly relax.

Your right. Push!

Left.

Up! Up!

Right!

[splashes]

Are you alright?

Yes.

Your left.

Yes. Yes.

Your right.

Left. The left.

Push. Yes!

Yes.

Yes.

Just a little more, now.

Right.

Just a little more.

Come on, now.

Ah.

Now you'll draw yourself to
safety. Let me drop.

And who's to blame you?

Put your arms around my neck.

[grunting]

[panting]

You're putting me to shame.

[neighing]

It would be pleasant
to stay here.

Watch him grow.

Must you always be on the run?

Not always.

In his own time, each man
finds a place to stand.

I'm the living proof of that.

Here's a place that gives
a man reason to rest.

It's a good place to work.

And to find peace?

For the first time
in a hungry life.

And to build a hotel.

I'll build you your hotel.

And Caine, come
by this way again,

we'll make you comfortable.

You'll see a hotel straight
out of a dream of glory.

Just like a Taj Mahal--

Well, now, it's true,

I've been known to say
an extra word now and again.

But never so many that I
can't hear the other fellow.

Things like passing
on a debt to 10.

And they to another 10.

I've taken the obligation.
Never fear.

I think I have
a mind for it now.

I am glad.

There will be
a town here, Caine.

And, uh, I'll be
the leading force of it.

There will be rosy-cheeked
children dancing in the street

and music of fiddlers
on the square.

And God will smile on it.

God will smile on it,
or by glory,

he and I, we'll have a talk.

[instrumental music]