All language subtitles for Kung Fu S02E05 The Squawman

[theme music]

[music continues]

Morning.

Last time a stranger come by
was a long time back...

...but he was welcome
and so are you.

-Thank you.
-My name's Marcus Taylor.

I am Caine.

Ah! I bet you could use a drink
of cold spring water.

Thank you.

I would like to buy some beans,
if you have some.

I ain't quite run out of beans
yet. Come on.

But I don't sell food
to a hungry man.

I reckon I can give you enough
to get you someplace.

As a matter of fact, it's just
about feeding time now.

This is Kiona...

...my wife.

She's Indian.

I am Chinese.

[chuckles]
Well, what are we standing
around for?

Kiona, you got
two hungry men to feed.

I gotta say, for a man
that's been traveling around...

...as much as you say, you
don't pack much along with you.

There you are. Good.

Thank you, Kiona.

We thank you, Lord,
for what you've given us.

It ain't much,
but it's more than plenty

when we got
the pleasure of company.

Amen.

I never did get out of the habit
of saying prayers.

I don't know why. I never got
nothing I ever prayed for.

Well, that ain't exactly right.

Ain't as hard
to take things going wrong

when you're not alone.

You got a family?

My parents are dead.

Yeah. Well, I was like
that till a year ago.

Sodbuster all my life.
Missouri clean out to here.

Thank you.

I never had a farm that gave
two fair crops running.

Just luck, I guess.

Why is it some fellas
can just throw out a seed...

...and it jumps back
at them in bushels,

and others,
they need a little rain...

...and you can be sure
they'll get a flood?

[chuckles]
I always liked talking.

Kiona, you stop me
when I go on like that.

He has only me.

It is not the same
as talking to a man.

She wants the baby to be a boy.

I'm hoping for a girl.

It's got to be like one of us,
and a lot better if it was....

[horse neighing]

That don't sound right.

[neighing continues]

Hey!

That's my horse!

You can't take my horse.

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

He was gonna kill you.

I couldn't let him do that,
could I? Could I?

You saved my life.
I had to save yours.

-Do you know him?
-Never seen him.

Just somebody coming to steal
the only thing I got.

I wish he'd have took it and
gone without ever

seeing him or heard him.

He must be taken into town.
Someone will know him.

No, we'll bury him
and move on again.

Is it not your farm?

-Why must you go?
-I told you, I ain't lucky.

They'll see that bullet hole
in his back,

and they'll never believe
why or how.

Marcus...

...we'll not get far.

[sighs]

Nothing ever works out
like it should.

[clicks tongue]
Oh-ho!

That ain't what I meant.
That ain't what I meant.

That's our baby girl
you're carrying.

Your son.

Don't make me tell 'em folks
that never said good morning

that I shot a stranger
in the back.

I will tell them what happened.

Hm.

You wanna try?

Perhaps you will find
new friends to talk with.

I'll go find the horse
and hitch up the wagon.

[flute music]

Well, there it is.

Nearest thing to a town
we got in these parts.

I seen them come in
about a month ago.

Maybe they're nice folks.

You alright?

[flute music]

You don't seem to be worrying
too much about what will happen.

If I worry,
will the future change?

Well, maybe it don't matter so
much what's in front of you...

...if you've got some good
things behind you to remember.

What is this place?

It is a temple.

A temple?

But how did I get here?

I saw you struggling
in the river.

You pulled me out?

But why?

-You were drowning.
-Painlessly.

You would have died.

[sniffling]

As I wanted to.
I never before had the courage.

Cannot courage give you joy
to live?

Tell me the joy
of an empty stomach.

[slurping]

Soup.

No one forced it on you.

Hunger twists this belly
like a bully twists an arm.

-I want meat.
-We do not eat meat.

No meat.

Twice in my life
have I tasted meat. Twice.

The first time, I could not
believe the taste.

The second time,
I hated how good it was.

You saved my life.
Do you expect thanks?

Give me meat. I'll thank you.

I cannot.

Alright. Hold it.

Abel, come on out here.

What do you want around here,
mister?

I'm looking for the marshal
or sheriff.

Sent for one. Hasn't come.

-Whoever's the law.
-My name's Abel Donaldson.

-I've been elected mayor here.
-Howdy, I'm Marcus Taylor.

Haven't seen you before,
have we?

Well, you fellas been pretty
busy...

...and I figured you didn't
have time for idle gossip.

I don't know much
that ain't that.

Dead man.

[crowd murmuring]

Now, just a minute, everybody.
That ain't what it looks like.

It's what I've been trying
to tell you.

This here stranger
come around my place--

Do you know him?

I never seen him
around here before.

He tried to steal
my husband's horse.

Climb down, mister.

You too, China.

Told you.

I didn't mean to kill him.
He was robbing my place.

What you got anybody'd
wanna steal?

My horse.

-He can tell you. He seen it.
-It's as he says.

Abel, he's shot in the back.

Just like Josh Davies
and poor Tom Fenton.

They was out hunting game
when Blake

and his gang bushwhacked them.

-You know Sam Blake?
-No.

They been killing and stealing
throughout this territory.

Ain't a man here
who hasn't lost a friend.

You gotta believe me. He was
trying to shoot me and him too.

He shot,
thinking to save my life.

Thought you said he was trying
to steal a horse.

-He was.
-That right?

He brought the body here,
hoping to discover who it was.

Abel. Abel.

Abel, do you remember what Tom
Fenton told me before he died?

That Sam Blake was looking
to send a man in to find out...

...how many guns
and cash we had?

-Yes, I remember, Jim.
-Blake sent them in.

They killed some man
to give them a story.

How many killings
do we stand for?

He don't even deny
what he's done.

-Bring them in.
-Marcus.

Marcus.

-Marcus, make them understand.
-Go on home, Kiona.

Marcus. Marcus.

You heard me, go on home!

-Marcus.
-Not you.

We'd never be able to get
the stink out of the place.

[dramatic music]

Only time I seen a town this
empty, the smallpox hit.

[people laughing]

Maybe you could tell me if a man
could buy himself a drink there.

How can you fire in self-defense
and shoot a man in the back?

[all laughing]

Alright! Alright!

-May I not speak?
-We already heard you outside.

Lying for his friend.

Abel, the law calls
for a hanging.

Who shot him?

-Answer me!
-My husband, Marcus Taylor.

[people laughing]

I can't see how a man
who would marry a red woman...

...would object to being strung
up alongside a yellow man.

[all laughing]

You can't hang us!

That fella there was stealing,
and he tried to shoot me.

He tried to shoot him too.

Look at his gun.
You'll see it's been shot.

Abel, we've been targets
for Sam Blake...

...and never have been able
to do nothing about it.

Now we got two
of his men right here.

-What are we waiting on?
-Hold it. Hold it!

Now, I'm gonna take a look
at that dead man...

...and see if his gun
has been fired.

That don't excuse
that hole in his back...

...but we're gonna
do things right.

Go ahead, take your time.
Look if you want.

It don't change the facts none.

This is no place for you, son.

Aaron, Jake, Jonas, come on out!
Come on out, all of you!

Aaron, you bring them
"wanted" posters.

Aaron, bring them posters.

Look at him. Look at him close.

Think of what he'd look like
with a full beard.

If you're saying that's Sam
Blake, he's 20 years too young.

His son Cob Blake.

Poster description:
"Age, 24. Weight, 180 pounds.

Height, 6-foot-2. Blue eyes,
sandy hair." That's him.

Are you certain?

Certain as the name
on this watch...

...I took off him.

The name on it.

Cob.

-Same nose as Blake.
-It's Cob Blake.

Marcus!

[laughing]

You killed yourself
a for-real outlaw.

-You've shot Sam Blake's son.
-Well, I shot him in the back.

One of the worst outlaws
in the territory.

You're a rich man, Marcus.

Untie these gentlemen.

There's over a $250 bounty
on each one of Blake's men.

And you got it coming,

anyone who'd take on
Blake's son in a gunfight....

We were hasty in thinking you
took up with Sam Blake,

-All of us, me included.
-And me also. Very wrong.

There's gonna be a couple weeks
before we get the reward...

...but in the meanwhile,
if you need a loan....

You don't need no money here.
Your credit's good here.

-Thank you.
-Marcus, I wanna drink to you.

Hey, you two, take that body out
and give it a decent grave.

[indistinct commotion]

You were right, Kiona.

Those fellas want
to be my friends. Come on.

Not her.

She's my wife. Her name's Kiona.

She can't come in.

-How come?
-Against the rules.

You mean a woman
can't go in there?

My place. I make the rules.
Don't even break them myself.

Whiskey would not be
good for your son.

Come on, Marcus. Everybody here
wants to buy you a drink.

-You're a hero.
-Come on, Marcus.

I will feed the horse and rest.
Do not keep them waiting.

You don't mind?
They just wanna be friends.

-Go on.
-Just one drink. Just one.

I will wait.

I will feed the horse.

[people laughing]

You should rest in the shade.

It tastes good.

They have not been taught
to know kindness.

They fear those who are not
of their own kind.

Marcus does not see
all that happens...

...but he sees you.

He is a man warmer than the sun.

Where we came from,
Marcus had a small farm.

He cleared every rock and tree,
enough to build a mountain.

On Sunday, he would go
to the town.

He was not first choice to talk
with, but the men were polite.

They would speak to him
of crops and rain and sun...

...if they were not busy.

Then he found me.

I was hungry and alone and sick.

Marcus made me happy and well.

[people laughing]

They had no cause
to burn his small farm.

They did not see
the beauty between you.

The earth here holds tight
to itself.

It gives nothing.

Water and a man's work
will change it.

Marcus gives it much work.

Yet the earth on our farm
gives little in return.

It is his nature to try.

He loves you.

He loves me.

But he likes talking to men.

Hey, Sam, how about giving me
some of that chicken?

Hey, Dad, look!

It's Canby.

Sam, I saw the smoke.
I rode like you told me.

-How much cash they got?
-I saw something in town.

I saw something in a wagon.

Well, get it out, Canby.
What'd you see?

Cob, Mr. Blake. He's dead.

Dead?! Who did it?!
Who did it?!

[laughing]

If this don't get Blake,
nothing will.

It sure is a beauty,
I'll tell you.

-You made some good friends.
-Well, thank you.

You're a mighty brave man.
Look at that, Marcus.

Marcus, you're a true hero.

-Thank you.
-Good luck to you.

Oh, yeah. Thank you very much,
and thanks a lot for the drink.

I enjoyed it, all of you.
Thank you very much.

You'll get him.

You think he can do it?

Well, at least we got
somebody going after Blake.

Hopefully that'll keep him
occupied until we get a marshal.

They're really nice fellas.

They were buying me drinks,
shaking my hand.

Will we go home now, Marcus?

The little fella gave me this
gun on credit. Best he's got.

Why do you need that gun?

You take the wagon
and head on back, Kiona.

I'll be along pretty soon.

-You will not come with me?
-You ain't heard all of it.

There's $250 bounty money
on that fella I shot...

...and on Sam Blake
and every one of his men.

You just looky here.

Right there.

Now that's more money than
I ever had my hands on...

...even after I give
you your half.

I regret the death.

I would not profit from it.

You got to understand, Kiona.

This is my chance
to be somebody.

Not just sodbusting Marcus,
fighting skinny dirt...

...to scratch up a crop that
won't even pay coffee money.

Besides, I'd be helping save
the lives of all these people...

...from Sam Blake
and his killers.

That's a thing a man ought
to do when he gets a chance!

We could go away,
anyplace you want.

We can't do that.

It is what you want?

I made some friends here, and
they've asked me to help them.

I was sort of counting on you
maybe being my partner.

I didn't ask to get mixed up
in this.

It wasn't for you,
I'd still be Marcus Nobody.

[dramatic music]

Say it.
You want your blanket back.

It is not mine.
I do not deserve it.

You may keep the blanket.

It is little enough. Too little.

Where will I go?
How will I eat?

You are welcome to stay.

No, I cannot fill my belly
on your thin soup

and your thinner pieties.

We can give only what we have.

I want what was in my hand
before you took it from me.

You gave him an unwelcome life.

He will do again
what he tried to do...

...tomorrow,
next week, next month.

If you found the flame of a
candle struggling to survive...

...what would you do?

-Free it from its own wax.
-How much?

As much as needed
to save the flame.

Does a man's life deserve less?

I already killed once
to save your life.

Of course, you saved mine,
so I guess that makes us quits.

Is that right? Does it?
Well, whatever you say...

...it won't change
me being your friend.

You can ask me
for anything, anytime...

...but I gotta go
after Sam Blake

before he comes
after me and Kiona.

[instrumental music]

Were I Blake, you would be dead.

I didn't hear a thing.

A man cannot be everything.

-You are not a hunter.
-Can you teach me?

Did not what just happened
teach you?

I don't need you to show me
what a fool I'm to be here.

-Just help me save my wife.
-Go back to her.

I can't. I ain't very good
at explaining this.

That Marcus
that was ready to run...

...when he shot that fella
stealing his horse, ain't me.

-You are a killer now?
-I'm different. They trust me.

If I don't get Blake, he'll kill
one of 'em, maybe even Kiona.

And I need your help.

Ain't you my friend?

Ah! My soup-eating friend.

You are well, old man?

Yes, yes, and have meat.
A whole pig. Meat.

You are fortunate.

Could you not share
with others who are hungry?

Did anyone ever give me
anything when I--?

Anything that I wanted, that is.

Well, there may be more
than I can eat.

-I'm a fool to be so generous.
-No, thank you.

I didn't mean for me.

I meant for the others
in the village

where you bought the pig.

-I stole the pig.
-Oh.

I'm forced to be alive.
I would live.

A man must have certain things
if he is to be alive.

Can the monk understand that?

A monk can understand hunger.

That's not what I mean!

[gunshots]

He stole my pig.

Will his death return it?

He should not have stolen it.

Your father?

My friend.

Well, you're Chinese,

and you don't understand people
in these parts.

They don't like Indians.

Of course,
they don't know Kiona.

Will you go back to her...

...if I find Sam Blake
and tell him to leave you alone?

He'd blast you before you got
one word out of your mouth.

-Wait here.
-Well, you ain't going alone.

Wait.

[rustling]

[horse neighing]

[dramatic music]

"Fifty, 200 pounds...

...6-feet-2, gray beard."

Sam Blake.
Golly, that's Sam Blake.

Blake, don't move!

Don't try anything, Blake.
I'll blow you wide open.

Undo your gun belt,
and drop it down.

Don't move, Blake.

Just stay right there.

Just hold it right there, Blake.

Don't move.

I killed Sam Blake!

I killed Sam Blake!
He tried to shoot me,

but I was too good for him.
I shot Sam Blake.

-I killed Sam Blake.
-He is not dead.

He needs care, rest...

...help. He needs help.

Where?

My place ain't far from here.

I'll go get the wagon.

Caine?

I'm glad I didn't kill him.

[hoofbeats approaching]

Marcus, what's happened?

[Marcus laughing]

By golly!
Every time I look at you...

...I feel like there's a bird
singing in my ribs.

-Marcus, you're alright.
-Better than that, Kiona.

Kiona, I shot Sam Blake,
the outlaw. By myself, me!

-What?
-I was scared.

You know I ain't a lucky man,
nor brave...

...but I was thinking of you and
the babe, I just up and done it.

You are brave and good...

...and you came back to me.

[Marcus laughing]

Well, it's all over, Kiona.

Sam Blake ain't never
gonna hurt nobody again.

Not you, not me,
and not them fellas in town.

And they gonna be
our friends for sure now.

They'll let you in the saloon
and let us talk to all of them.

And they gonna give us $250,

and you can buy
anything you ever want.

Oh, I didn't hurt you?

I gotta get the wagon.
Sam Blake's hurt pretty bad.

I gotta go get him.

Whoa!

Okay, I'm getting down.
I'll give you a hand.

-Help me.
-You stay here.

Keep the horse quiet.

Whoa!

You shouldn't have left
them guns laying next to him.

We must be gentle.

Look.

Look at that.

It ain't Blake! I shot him,
and it ain't even Blake!

Just my luck.

The one man coming to help us,
could have saved us.

The wound is clean.

With care, he will recover.

Well, when? How soon?

A few days. A week.

A week?
We'll all be dead in a week.

Marcus, you do not know
that Blake will come.

Everybody knows
I shot Cob Blake.

You even told
that stranger in town.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault. I'm the one that
shot him and the marshal too.

-You did as you believed.
-I never seem to do it right.

If we are careful,
we can bring him to town.

I'm not leaving.

Marcus...

-...what are you doing?
-I'm gonna do one thing right.

-This time, I am.
-It's not safe to stay here.

Don't ask me to go back there
with my tail between my legs.

They said I was brave, a hero.

Kiona, I want them
to be my friends.

Marcus...

...will those friends help you
when Sam Blake comes?

You couldn't.

I will help you safely
to town...

...not to stay here
and die foolishly.

-My friend.
-I am.

It was you Cob Blake
was trying to kill.

If it hadn't been for you, none
of this would have happened.

I cannot change
what has already been.

Well, I could say that too,
but I ain't a coward.

That's right,
you heard me. Coward.

Turning your back on a friend.
I don't need you.

I don't even want you.
Go save your own neck in town.

Get out of here! Get out!

-If that is what you wish.
-That's what I said.

[horse neighing]

[dramatic music]

-He had no one to mourn him.
-You and I.

-No one who loves him.
-You knew him.

-I did not love him.
-The lack is in you.

I wanted to help him.

You gave him life.

I gave him a few days.

-What do they matter?
-To him or to yourself?

Do you not see him and his life
through your own eyes?

I see his pain,
even through his eyes.

And his needs, grasshopper,

do you also see them
through his eyes?

Marcus?

-Why do you want to die?
-I don't.

I can't explain.

For those men in town,
who you wish to be your friends?

Well, that's part of it.

They mean more to you than me...

-...or your son?
-No.

You don't understand.

I hear your words.

Make me understand.

[dramatic music]

Kiona, I'm doing
the very best I know

how to save you and the baby.

Maybe they won't even come.

-Then why stay?
-I gotta!

Marcus?

Without you, I am dead.

I love you.

The dead do not touch
each other.

-That it?
-Marcus Taylor's.

-Ain't guaranteeing he's there.
-We'll finish off whoever is.

If he ain't amongst them,
we'll find him.

Marcus!

A man's got to get lucky
more than once in his life.

Come on. Out of the way.

Get down.

Well, we got him trapped now.

Canby, work your way around the
far side. Get over by that tree.

Go on. We'll cover you.

[gunshots]

[firing continues]

-I can make my way to the back.
-Alright, son.

I can't stop them, Kiona.

[grunting]

I'll give myself up.

-Maybe they won't hurt you.
-No.

[glass shattering]

[grunting]

You're the only good thing--

[sobbing]
No, Marcus! No!

I give up.

Don't shoot! I give up!
Can you hear me?!

[gunshot]

Argh!

[Sam grunting]

Aah!

Stop! Put it down,
or you're dead.

Please don't make me kill you.

Now get up.

There are others.

You could have been killed...

...but you never went away. Why?

-To help.
-After what I said to you...

...about not needing you
and about you being a coward?

Fear brings anger
to a man's tongue.

A friend speaks to the heart.

[dramatic music]

[metal clanging]

Hey, look.

Look what's coming.

Look at that. Look at that.

Abel, Jim!
Come on, you gotta see this.

If I didn't see it
with my own eyes....

I thought sure Blake
would kill him.

Ain't possible, but he done it.

The new marshal's
in the wagon there.

I'm sorry.
I shot him accidental...

...but he'll be alright.

Bring him in easy, boys.
Nell, you care for him.

We ain't unmindful
of what you done, Marcus.

You got friends here.

-We gotta have a celebration.
-Thank you, but...

...I don't wanna celebrate
all that shooting.

-You gotta celebrate, Marcus.
-Look out here.

-Easy now.
-Take him on in to my back room.

Why, you're a rich man. The
bounty on them four is $1000.

Give it to the marshal
for what I done to him.

Take that and bring it
to the store.

-Keep that gun on him.
-I'll open a bale of rope.

That's it. Alright.

[Marcus sighs]

Will you stay with us longer?

I cannot.

You've been a good friend. I
wish my daughter could know you.

Your son.

[chuckles]

Your son.

[laughs]

[Marcus laughing]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]