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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.
Time for you to leave.
What do you look for beyond the sea, grasshopper?
That part of me which I know little of.
The past out of which I was born.
Then someday you must seek it.
But is it good to seek the past, Master Po?
Does it not rob the present?
If a man dwells on the past, then he robs the present.
But if a man ignores the past, he may rob the future.
The seeds of our destiny are nurtured
by the roots of our past.
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[dog barking]
Hold it right there.
What do you want here?
-Is this the Houlton Ranchstead? -It is.
And you're trespassing.
-Is Daniel Caine here? -No, who wants to know?
-I am his brother. -His brother?
You don't look like his brother.
We are half brothers.
-I have a letter. -Watch it.
It was written to my grandfather.
My brother writes that he was working on your ranch.
He hasn't worked here in months.
Do you know where I might find him?
His brother, huh?
-Where's your horse? -I have no horse.
-How do you get around? -I walk.
Do you know where I can find him?
-In town. -He is here?
Silver Dollar Saloon.
Just follow that road right to the main street of town.
He works there.
Thank you.
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Sheriff Boggs?
You gotta get over to the Silver Dollar right away.
What are you talking about, Amos?
That man Caine. Remember?
You showed me a wanted poster on him a couple of weeks ago.
His brother used to work for me.
Can't say I recollect at the moment, Amos.
That man.
He's heading for the Silver Dollar on foot.
I sent him, and I'm claiming the reward.
You sure? You sure this is the man?
Sure. I'm sure. I got a real close look at him.
I had my rifle pointed right up at his face.
Take the handbill along with you. See for yourself,
if you don't believe me.
If you had your rifle on him, why didn't you bring him in?
Me? The man's supposed to be dangerous.
It's your job to risk your life, not mine.
I'm just after the reward.
A mighty interesting point of view, Mr. Houlton.
Let me see now.
Old Smith & Wesson and a Colt .44, I guess.
Remember, sheriff, he's worth $10,000 dollars alive...
...only 5 dead.
No shooting unless you have to.
I don't believe in shooting unless I have to.
Sheriff.
Remember, I found him. The reward is mine.
Well, we haven't got him yet.
But if it is the man, don't worry.
You'll get what you deserve.
I am looking for Daniel Caine.
Hold it, son.
Put your hands behind your back.
And turn around.
It's him, sheriff.
I told you it was him. Look at the poster.
Bring him down here.
Yeah, I guess it's him.
Sorry to get in your way, Miss Lu.
We just found ourselves a dangerous culprit.
Wanted for murder in China.
-In China? -That's right.
Same country you come from.
I guess they do a lot of killing over there.
No law and order like we got here.
The story goes that this one killed hisself
one of your emperor's nephews.
That's how bad it is.
And I caught him, all $10,000 worth.
Have yourself a souvenir.
Sit down, son.
What do we do now?
Just what the handbill said.
Wire the Chinese Consulate, tell them we got their man.
Sheriff?
When do I get my reward?
Right now.
See, son, it's not that I'm greedy.
But he didn't deserve any reward.
I did all the dirty work.
To show you how ungreedy I am...
...since you broke loose and killed that poor soul...
...who was only gonna try to help me take you in...
...I'd be willing to settle for the $5000 for you dead.
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Get in!
Let me help you.
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Are you really wanted by the emperor?
Yes.
He must want you very badly to value your life at $10,000.
He values my life that he may take pleasure in my death.
Did you not take pleasure in his nephew's death?
I did not take pleasure in it.
I would not take pleasure in the death of any man.
Rest quietly. I'll find something to unchain you.
Then I'll tend to your wound later.
Trust me.
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Good morning, young priests. Where-where do you journey?
To the marketplace to buy food for our temple.
Ah, I am glad to see that priests have money
for food in these trying times.
Uh, but I have heard reports that there are bandits
on the main road today.
It would be much wiser if you take the side road
at the foot of the hill.
Thank you, venerable sir. We will heed your advice.
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Stop! We're from the monastery. Please don't!
I do not know your name.
Su Yen Lu.
In China...
...I am called...
...Kwai Chang.
Kwai Chang, you will remain here in the barn...
...until I return in the morning.
Su Yen.
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They took our money, our cart, our clothes.
Everything we had of value.
Except that which is irreplaceable, your lives.
How did you come to leave the main road?
Because we were fools. We trusted a stranger.
He was an old man with a kind face and a gentle manner.
Bring them clothes.
Ho Fong, what lesson have you learned from this?
Never trust a stranger.
Kwai Chang, what lesson have you learned from this?
To expect the unexpected.
Ho Fong...
...in the morning when you are well and rested...
...you will leave the temple.
When shall I return, Master Kan?
To us, never.
You are troubled about your friend, Ho Fong?
I do not understand why he was told to leave and not I...
...when I was equally responsible...
...for trusting the old man.
We do not punish for trust.
If, while building a house, a carpenter strikes a nail...
...it proves faulty by bending...
...does the carpenter lose faith in all nails...
...and stop building his house?
Then we are required to trust...
...even if we are often reminded of the existence of evil.
Deal with evil through strength.
But affirm the good in man through trust.
In this way, we are prepared for evil,
but we encourage good.
And is good our great reward for trusting?
In striving for an ideal, we do not seek rewards.
Yet trust does sometimes bring with it a great reward...
-...even greater than good. -What is greater than good?
Love.
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[tapping]
-Good morning, Mr. Jenkins. -Morning.
I have this telegram to send to San Francisco.
How long will it take to arrive there?
Never.
Not with this kind of writing, Miss Lu.
Why not?
I haven't learned to read Chinese yet.
I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget.
That's alright. Why don't you just tell me what it says,
and I'll write it.
It is to...
...Wong...
...Ti Lu.
7 Moon St., San Francisco.
Please come at once.
Bring help.
Okay, it will be there in a couple hours.
Miss Lu, did you hear what happened to Amos Houlton...
-...and Sheriff Boggs yesterday? -No.
I told you to stay in the barn.
Forgive me.
I came into the house to find water...
...and found this.
"To my daughter, Su Yen."
Are you the daughter of the great Poi Ming Lu?
You didn't succeed in killing Sheriff Boggs.
I had no wish to kill Sheriff Boggs.
You killed Mr. Houlton.
Sheriff Boggs killed Mr. Houlton.
Are you well enough to ride the wagon?
Yes.
Do you know my father's work?
Your father's words have given great comfort to my thoughts.
Why is it he no longer writes?
It is difficult to write in the emperor's prison.
The great Poi Ming Lu in prison?
The emperor does not share your joy of my father's words.
To write of freedom, as your father does,
is not to bring joy to emperors.
Yet did not your father say:
"Those who value freedom most must sometimes
choose to lose it"?
I am honored...
...to be in the presence of the daughter of so great a man.
-Be careful of your side. -Yes.
Beyond the curve in those rocks is a cave.
I have often gone there for solitude in the two years
I've lived here.
Never have I been disturbed. You'll be safe there.
I'll come each morning and bring you whatever is necessary...
...until you're well enough to leave.
I'll take the pack if you can take these.
I will take the pack.
But the wound in your side is serious.
I have two sides, but one fragile friend.
How do you come to be here?
I was sent by my father just before he was imprisoned
by the emperor.
-You were sent alone? -No.
With a brother.
Our father feared for our safety.
-Is your brother still with you? -No.
He left after a few short months to find a different kinda life.
He didn't want to stay here with our uncle as a farmer.
-And where is your uncle? -Dead.
-Almost six months. -And you live there all alone?
I live as I want to live, under the circumstances.
Who tends the earth on your farm?
I do.
It is not unpleasant.
Except for my father's plight, I could be happy here.
Can a woman be happy alone?
To be alone, without one to love, is a waste of the body.
But to be not alone, without one to love, is a waste of the soul.
Those are your father's words.
Yes.
They speak my feelings.
Your father is a very wise man.
I have not always understood his words.
I must go now.
I shall return in the morning.
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[Oriental music]
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What do you feel?
Nothing.
What do you feel?
Uncomfortable.
The mind, the body and the spirit are one.
When the body expresses the desires of the mind...
...and the spirit then the body is in tune with nature.
The act is pure.
And there is no shame.
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And what is love?
Love is harmony, even in discord.
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[wind howling]
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Good morning, Miss Lu.
I'm sorry.
I know I ain't the prettiest sight in the world.
-But I wanted to see you. -What do you want?
I suppose you hear about that murdering varmint
getting away from me. Killed poor Amos.
I guess if you knew anything about a man like that,
you'd tell me. Wouldn't you?
Wouldn't you, Miss Lu?
I have nothing to tell you, Sheriff Boggs.
I suppose you think just because old Sheriff Boggs is long...
...in the tooth that people can do anything...
...they want around here?
Don't be afraid, Miss Lu.
Wanted to show you I can still do my job.
Hope that puts your mind at rest.
I know you're capable of great destruction, Sheriff Boggs.
I sure hope you ain't working against me, Miss Lu.
I have always believed in law and justice, Sheriff Boggs.
Good.
By the way wonder if you can explain this telegram...
...you sent yesterday.
It's addressed to one Wong Ti Lu, San Francisco.
"Please come at once, bring help."
You have no right to read that.
I've got a right to do anything I choose
to preserve law and order.
-Who's Wong Ti Lu? -My brother.
If you needed help, why didn't you come to me?
Sheriff's job.
It's a personal matter.
Yes, I suppose. Anything that keeps you flitting around like
a butterfly has got to be mighty personal.
Got your brother's reply this morning.
Thought I'd do you a favor and deliver it.
Aren't you happy to know that your brother's coming
in on tomorrow's coach?
Miss Lu.
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Kwai Chang?
Your face is more beautiful than the sky.
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Kwai Chang...
...the fever's broken.
Dangerous for you here.
They will look for you.
Dangerous for you.
Lie quietly.
It's alright.
We're safe here.
Lie quietly.
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I must go now.
Su Yen.
Do you wish me to go?
No.
I'll be back soon.
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Little nightingale. Often I have thought of returning
to the farm just for your cooking.
What is wrong, little nightingale?
Come.
Wong Ti, my brother, I have found a way
to bring our father back to us.
There is no way to bring our father back.
Yes, there is!
Through this man.
Do you know where to find him?
Yes. If we are to go, we have to leave now.
There is another man who seeks his presence.
-Then we must leave now. -I'll get the wagon.
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This is my brother, Wong Ti.
In deference to my sister's wishes...
...these men will not harm you, if you do as you are instructed.
-Why have you done this? -For my father.
Our only hope for his freedom is if the emperor will
accept you in exchange.
Your father is worthy of better men than I.
And you are worthy of better deeds than betrayal.
Sister, get back.
That will not be necessary.
I will go with you, if she wishes it so.
Tie him.
Stop! Stop.
Kwai Chang, I am determined to free my father...
...even if it means your death or mine.
I have given my word, but I will not be bound.
-He is too dangerous. -He has given his word.
His word, to a woman who betrayed him.
Even to a woman who betrayed him,
it is still his word...
...brother.
Let us go.
The tide is too high. We have to go this way.
Su Yen, throw me the gun!
Wong Ti!
Alright, Caine, stand up with your hands in the air...
...or I'll kill her.
Little nightingale.
Our father...
...is dead.
I came to tell you.
I started to...
...then...
...the reward.
So much money.
Greed.
It's alright.
And this, too, I must answer for.
All that I love now is lost to me.
My father, my brother...
...and you.
Come with me...
...and you will not lose me.
Love born of betrayal is better lost than lived.
Those are your father's words.
Yes.
And I did not always understand them.
Goodbye.
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