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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.

Please excuse me.

Time for you to leave.

Where are you going?

After them.

They are on horseback.

You are on foot.

I can find them.

You have no food.

No water.

They took her.

Your mother?

-How is it they spared you? - I hid.

-Young man, where are your parents now? - Both dead.

-Your grandparents? - I am alone, venerable sir.

You have no one else?

-An aunt. My father ' s sister. -Where?

In Perrysville.

Up north.

You should have this.

Your only hope of freeing her lies in your own survival.

My way lies through Perrysville.

If you wish it, we could wal k together.

- I am Caine. - I am Peter.

The rabbit feels rage. The tiger, pity. The dragon, pain.

All creatures, the low and the high, are one with nature.

No life is insignificant.

If we have the wisdom to learn, all may teach us their virtues.

This is Sun, master of the white crane system.

From the crane, we learn grace and self-control.

The snake teaches us suppleness and rhythmic endurance.

The praying man tis teaches us speed and pa tience.

A nd from the tiger, we learn tena city and po wer.

A nd from the dragon, we learn to ride the wind.

Life s us tains life. A nd all living crea tures need nourishmen t.

Y et, with wis dom, the body learns to s us tain in wa ys tha t all ma y live.

Someon e ' s comi n g.

T w o men, I ead i n g an i mal s.

Not h orses.

Wel l, I oo k wh o w e g ot h ere. Pi I g ri ms.

Pay you r r esp ects, Amos.

Prosp ectors, me an d Amos, I oo ki n g for th e moth er I od e.

T ri c k i s to fi n d i t.

-Smel I s g ood. -Th ere i sn ' t en ou g h.

Li sten to th e boy. As i f we ' d come bu stin g in.

Your p artn er ain ' t sai d n othin g. He sp eak En gli sh?

We better ask him.

Th ere i s en ou gh.

Chri sti an ch ari ty from a h eath en. We can all I earn something.

Amos...

... you don ' t suppose these good people might be carrying around...

... a little cash to spare, do you?

I wonder if the Chinaman might be carrying some on him.

Maybe he wouldn ' t mind if we had a look.

Master, do we seek victory in contention?

Seek rather not to contend.

But shall we not then be defeated?

We know that where there is no contention there is neither defeat nor victory.

The supple willow does not contend against the storm, yet it survives.

Go ahead, Amos.

Man ' s easy to get along with. He ain ' t gonna mind.

See what ' s in the sack.

Leave him alone.

You heard what the boy said, Amos.

We ain ' t looking for any trou ble.

Besides, I thin k they' re poorer than we are.

No hard feelings, boy.

I guess this is yours.

You wish me to leave?

You may need help to find your aunt.

- I can find her. -You know what she looks li ke?

Where she lives?

How will you find her?

Ask.

-ls there nothing I can do for you? -You?

From a single action...

...you draw an entire universe.

-Could you not see I had nothing to protect? -Your food.

I do not eat meat.

You have borne your sorrow well. I will not forget you.

Jennie McCoy? You related?

Half, maybe three-quarter mile, heading west.

Ask anybody for the McCoy place.

Please get up.

Why have you come?

T o confess my unworthiness, honorable sir.

I have disgraced my teachers and shamed this holy place.

T ell me how.

I have senselessly ended a life.

You speak of the nephew of the emperor.

It was he, was it not, who killed our Master Po?

Wasn ' t Master Po wounded...

... but still alive when you struck the fatal blow?

That is so.

Would you have wished to desert Master Po while he lived?

I could not find it within me, honored sir.

The sin would have been to desert Master Po.

Or to remain...

... to senselessly accept your own death.

Death does no one honor.

The shame of his death does not lie on you...

... but on the nephew of the emperor.

So shall it be recorded into eternity.

Now go.

For you may no longer remain here.

Well?

I ' m Peter.

Peter Gideon.

Andy' s boy?

-You got any money? -Shut up.

-Where ' s your pa? - Dead.

- Dead? -Killed by lndians.

Ma got carried off.

-What ' s in the sack? -Some things I saved from the fire.

Dump it.

Around his neck, Pa.

-Where ' s the rest of it? - Rest of what?

The money! Your pa was mighty careful of it.

There is no money.

Pa, I see him before.

In town.

He come in with a Chinaman.

A Chinaman?

- Looked li ke one to me. -Where ' d you meet up with him?

He came by the cabin.

-I reckon we know where the money went. - I know where to find him, Pa.

Let ' s look him up.

-You ' re Mr...? - I am Caine.

I ' m Amy Allender. Mr. Poole says you ' re looking for work.

Yes.

You know anything about ranch work?

What is ranch work?

Working with stock. Horses, cattle. You seem to be able to handle a horse.

I can handle a horse.

Well, I can ' t pay much. Food, a place to sleep.

I ' ll try to manage a little money.

I raise cattle, run a few horses, grow my own fodder.

-That him? -Yep.

You ' ve got something belongs to the boy.

-What is it I have? -For you to tell me.

-Does the boy say so? - No.

-You may satisfy yourself, I have nothing. -Probably got it hid by now.

Will you not believe the two of us?

Believe a Chinaman?

-ls this your uncle? -Yes.

And entitled to whatever was stole from that cabin.

-I have said there was nothing. -Let me open him up, Pa, a little.

T al k, Chinaman.

Do you wish to stay with these people?

No!

Is there room at your ranch for the boy?

Yes.

Then, if you wish, I will do your ranch work.

Wait.

He ' s out again.

The latch is loose. He just bulls it open whenever he pleases.

You wish him inside?

Yes.

Watch out for him. He' s not broken.

What is broken?

T ame.

Weakness prevails over strength. Gentleness conquers.

Become th e calm an d restful breez e th at tames th e vi ol en t sea.

Th ere are at I east th at man y ag ai n.

Th ey' ve g otta be rou n d ed u p, brou g h t bac k i n, f en ces rep ai red.

G rass i s dry.

Y eah. Th ey sh oul d be moved from fi el d to fi el d.

Give thi s p art of th e ran g e a ch an ce to recover.

T ell your p a h e ' ll g et hi s cut.

Wh en?

Wh en I ' m ready.

Looks to me li ke you ' re ready n ow.

-Wh at d o you d o f or a livin g? -Lots of things.

-Anything that comes to hand. -Well, mostly.

Jack of all trades.

That ' s right.

Suppose you leave this to a professional.

I saw the light. It ' s very late.

Is it?

You never seem to get tired.

But I do.

I still don ' t know what to call you.

-You know my name. -Caine.

Is that your first name or your surname?

What is surname?

There ' s so much you don ' t know.

And so much you do.

-What is this? -Well, you ' ve earned it.

- How? -You ' ve worked hard.

You know, for the first time, I feel li ke the place can earn money.

-What would I do with it? -You ' re entitled to wages.

Isn ' t there anything you want?

Food.

Place to sleep.

Work.

Nothing else?

I ' ll....

I ' ll put it aside for you, and it ' ll be there when you want it.

Master, our bodies are prey to many needs.

Hunger, thirst, the need for love.

In one lifetime, a man kno ws man y pleasures :

A mo ther's smile in waking hours, a young woman 's in tima te, s earing touch...

... and the la ugh ter o f grandchildren in the twiligh t years.

T o den y thes e in ours elves is to den y tha t which makes us one with na ture.

Shall we then s eek to sa tis fy thes e needs?

Only a ckno wledge them. A nd sa tis fa ction will follo w.

T o s uppress a truth is to give it force beyond endurance.

Y eah?

I g ot someth i n g I wan t you to ma ke f or me.

You ' d better come bac k i n a cou p I e w ee ks. I g ot more w or k th an I can ta ke care of.

Loo k at h i m.

I I i ke to watch h i m.

M y fath er u sed to say th at otters are h ap p y even wh en th ey' re al on e.

A lone. A lone. A lone....

You si t by yoursel f, grassh opp er. Wh at d o you thin k of?

My moth er, my fath er. Both g on e.

I am al on e.

You h ear th e fl ock of bird s flyin g overh ead?

You h ear th e fi sh?

Th e beetl e?

In thi s crowd ed pl ace, you feel al on e.

Whi ch of u s i s th e most blin d?

Cl ose your eyes.

Wh at d o you h ear?

I h ear th e otter.

Some bird s.

- I h ear a h orse. -A swarm of bees?

Y eah.

T o kn ow n ature i s to put on esel f in p erf ect h armony wi th th e universe.

Heaven an d earth are on e.

So mu st we seek a di sciplin e of min d an d body within ourselves.

Anyone still hungry?

-There ' s lots of beef left. - I don ' t eat meat.

Look.

Hey!

- Look. -Who is he?

What does he want?

He wants me.

You ' re leaving.

-Yes. -Why?

-T o stay would be to bring danger here. -T o be alive in this world is to risk danger.

-You thin k I ' m looking for safety? -And the boy?

There has to be a way.

If there were....

I ' ll go to the sheriff. He' ll stop him.

The sheriff will not protect a wanted man.

The man on the mountain is acting according to your laws.

Must I lose you too?

Peter.

Where have you been?

Up on the mountain.

I knew you wouldn ' t use it. Kill him! You can.

Are you afraid?

You can ' t leave, Caine.

He told me to give you a message.

He said that if you tried to leave, he ' d burn down the ranch...

... and everything in it.

Peter?

He won ' t come out.

It ' s li ke seeing someone he loves killed all over again.

What ' s gonna happen?

He will try first to take me alive.

That can be the only reason he has waited this long.

And if he can ' t?

Then I must assume, rather than lose me, he will try to kill me without mercy.

-Will you fight him? - If I can.

-Will you kill him if you can? -The taking of a life does no one honor.

But he' ll take yours.

People will remember what was done here. They will thin k of it with respect.

The taking of a life does no one honor.

What will you do?

Work.

Wander.

Rest when I can.

Caine!

Well.

Throw that pouch down here.

T urn around slowly.

Your hands in the air.

Apart.

Poster says you ' re worth $ 1 0,000.

Alive.

Five thousand, dead.

I ' d say we got what you call a community interest.

Keep you alive.

Keep you alive and get you to the Chinese legation.

Now, it might take a little doing...

... but we ' ll give it a try.

You got 1 0 seconds to put those on.

Turn around.

Kwai Chang Caine.

People back there must want you pretty badly.

And if it is unjustified?

I ' m not interested in justice. I deal in bounties.

You deal in the sale of bodies.

If you wanna put a name on it.

I have.

The cobra seeks to fix the eye of the bird before it stri kes.

In that moment of looking at each other, each accepts his role.

Predator and prey.

Fear creates the victim.

Yet something in the bird makes it seek the eye of the cobra.

I ' ve seen it.

A wish to die.

Yeah.

-T ell me how it feels. -But you know how it feels.

I will survive if I can.

But you...

... it is you who feels the fear.

I ' m the one who ' s got his finger on the trigger.

Facing death yet one more time.

Yours. Mine.

It ' s the death that fascinates you.

Looking into its eyes.

You are the bird.

The cobra is death.

Paper says your feet and your hands are deadly weapons.

I ' d say we got your feet pretty well under control.

Now I ' ll ask you to put these on.

You know nothing has changed.

Where there has been one, there will be others.

But there ' s a difference.

We ' ll know you ' re alive.

What do you hear?

I hear my own heartbeat.

And I will not forget you.

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