All language subtitles for Kung.Fu.S02E03.The.Chalice.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD.2.0.H.264-AJP69_track3_eng

Please...

...listen.

I am Benito Cardona.

An unworthy priest...

...who has stolen
the great chalice.

Understand?

You are a priest?

Who has done sacrilege.

Oh, my child...

...how can I die...

...with this attachment
to a mere thing?

Save me.

Make restitution for me.

I do not understand.

Find those men.

Return the chalice
to San Blas.

Promise?

I am...

...going to my last judgment.

Will you promise?

My chalice...

...I wanted it....

-Where are your parents now?
-Both dead.

Your grandparents?

Dead. All dead.

In the Shaolin temple...

...we have never accepted anyone

of other than
full Chinese birth.

There is a first
for everything.

Come here.

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.

Padre Braganza?

I am the Padre.

I am Caine.

Caine, you are welcome
to San Blas.

The news I bring
may not be so welcome.

Then perhaps you should not
leave it here.

San Blas has enough
bad news today.

The great chalice
was stolen right from the altar.

What is that?

I found it. Some distance
from the place I buried...

...Padre Cardona.

Benito?

Four men attacked him.

And they stole his chalice.

You buried a saint.

You loved him.

He built all this.

He even made the great chalice
with his own hands.

-You saw the men who did it?
-Yes.

Four. All young.

They laughed
as they rode away.

At least we know
where to find the chalice.

We do?

Then can we not return it?

Four things would prevent us.

They are named Gilchrist,

Traphagen, Conkel,
and Los Vidrios.

They are killers.

Three days ago,
they stole a Gatling gun.

Where's my Gatling gun?

There must have been a mistake.
Keep in touch.

Day or two, the other party
will discover the trouble...

...and likely
wanna swap it back.

Next thing you reply
had best answer my need, boy.

You're the only one
that delivers freight.

Where'd you deliver
a crate like that?

Mission San Blas.

-When?
-Beginning of the week.

Get over there
and get that crate back,

and don't even stop to pray.

You are wasting my time.

It's been stoled.

No point in me going
and bothering everybody.

Heard they got one stole
from the mission.

You keep a quiet,
friendly tongue in your mouth.

Wouldn't want to bury you in
your own plow crate, you hear?

Padre...

...in your religion,
what is "restitution"?

The return of
the stolen property

by the thief or his agent.

It is an obligation of justice
that must be done...

...if the sin is to be forgiven.

I do not understand.

If the sin of stealing
is not forgiven,

the thief will lose his soul...

...his spiritual essence,
and suffer in hellfire forever.

But does not a work of art
belong forever to the artist?

We are Franciscan priests.

We vow absolute poverty.

He owned nothing.

Much less, all that gold.

You own nothing...

...that you may be
owned by nothing?

Yes.

Then I must return
the stolen chalice for him.

You?

Why?

I understand him.

Time for you to leave.

Remember always...

...that a wise man walks
with his head bowed...

...humble like the dust.

I thought to keep it.

It is yours.

I want it too much, master.

I have formed an attachment
for it I was not aware of.

For a fragment
of shining stone?

From wanting it in my hand
all these years.

A foolish thing, master.

Perhaps.

The universe contains a certain
pebble known as the Earth.

And many are the men who have
formed attachments to it.

No less foolish than yours.

Hey, Traphagen! Cut it out!

It was turning as easy
as a cow's tail before.

Just couldn't wait, could you?

Los, find me that aiming thing.

Looks like the clapper
on a goose.

Never did see anything
like this machine before.

That Mr. Gatling
done himself proud.

Give me a drink.

Looks like we got
a few parts left over, Gilly.

Spares. Put them in a gunnysack.
We'll throw them in here.

Get me another rack of bullets.

Ready?

She's set too high. Los,
we gotta take her down some.

Gilly. Look.

Lever up about eyeball high.

I have lost one war, sir.

Now I have the chance
to aid the cause

of my fellow man
below the border.

Your gun, captain,

the great chalice,
and the same thieves...

...have made both of us mourn.

Where might I find them?

-Gilchrist.
-Where?

Gilchrist is the thief.

If the devil has acolytes...

...Gilchrist holds
the first candle.

Yeah, I've met his like.

Where can I find him?

Fort Hogan.

I have already
sent one, captain,

after the great chalice.

Poor brother Caine.

A heathen, mind you, on a holy
mission to those sons of Satan.

I'm not looking
for the Holy Grail,

just a Gatling gun, sir.

I'm in your debt, Padre.

I am Caine.

It's a Yaqui Indian
come a-trespassing.

I have come for the chalice
you stole from the priest.

No chalice here, Indian.

Is that not it
in your hand?

This?

Well, this ain't no chalice.

This here's my watch fob.
Gospel truth.

The priest died.

He told me
his soul would not rest

until the chalice
was returned to San Blas.

-Like to help you, Indian.
-That ain't no Injun.

That's a Chinee.

Do a Chinee like you
believe in hell?

What is "hell"?

It's a shame
you don't believe in hell.

When you get down there,
you tell them...

...Swamper Gilchrist was the one
that made you a believer of you.

Jammed again!

The chalice was worth more
than gold to Padre Benito.

I promised to return it.

You hear that, Gilly?
Says it's worth more than gold.

The Padre has made it
with his own hands, Gilchrist.

That a fact?

And if we could get a reward....

How much you willing
to give for it?

I do not know.

Worth more than gold to him.

You, Chinaman.

You got yourself a maybe.

Now, we'll talk to that priest.

No reward, no chalice.

And you. You'll get it right
under that two-quart hat.

You take my meaning?

I take your meaning.

Go get the horses.

I'm gonna tie me up a Chinee.

Conkel! Get your useless
south end down here...

...and get yourself
married to my new gun.

And Conkel!
Keep away from that gun.

I said, you should watch it.

I didn't say you could touch it.

My gun!

My gun! Where's my gun?

Lie down, boy.

Before I turn you
into a good Chinaman.

You understand
what I'm saying?

I speak English.

You speak it real nice too, boy.

-You got a name?
-I am Caine.

Gilly!

I'm shot! I'm bleeding!

Never mind that.
Give me a hand.

What are you doing
with Gilchrist?

His laundry?

I seek to restore the chalice

he stole from
the mission at San Blas.

A mite hard to do from
the wrong end of a rope.

I promised Padre Benito.

And Gilchrist was gonna return
it for you, was he?

He believed
there would be a reward.

-A buckskin horse.
-And a mouse-clean hat.

Luther Staggis.

Of a certainty,
we are dead men.

Give me that chalice.

I cannot leave
without the chalice.

You never want to
interfere with a man

while he's in the midst
of his job.

You want to die too?

All you gotta do is say so.
I'd be glad to oblige you.

I do not wish to die.

Nor to see others die
needlessly.

-Then close your eyes.
-Captain Staggis!

Captain Staggis!

I never knowed it was your gun.
My mistake, captain!

And I got something here
that might help square things.

Gold chalice!

Better than double eagle!

Come on out!

Hands up. And empty.

Remember, I still got
plenty of ammunition!

-They wish to surrender.
-I'll just test the sights.

You come from a whole other
swamp, don't you, Mr. Caine?

You really fixing
to try and stop me

with nothing in your hand
but fingers?

-Let's leave.
-What about our horses?

In a choice of my life
or my horse, I choose my life.

We'll wait till dark.

No moon tonight.

That gun's worth
its weight in gold.

Before dark...

...I will bring them
from the fort.

You will receive the rewards,
and I will return the chalice.

You'll fetch them out?

I don't doubt it.

No, sir, I don't doubt it.

And they'll carry you out
in little yellow pieces.

I will do as I say.

No one need kill
or be killed.

I'm due restitution on that gun.

And if I have to chase you
across the state plains naked...

...I'll run you to the ground
till I get it.

So help me God.

You keep at that, boy,

you just might come up
with ingrown anklebones.

Would you have killed me
with your pistol?

I didn't.

You aimed at my heart.

You got a nice eye for detail.

Never missed before.

How'd you manage it?

You did not miss this time.

Well, I don't mind saying...

...that does make me
feel some better.

You're a dead man.

You know that?

Perhaps.

I'd sort of like to see them
quarter you up...

...but that'd deprive me.

You ever kill a man?

Once you do,
you're hooked for life.

Please get up.

Why have you come?

To confess my unworthiness,
honorable sir.

I have disgraced my teachers
and shamed this holy place.

Tell me how.

I have senselessly taken a life.

You speak of the nephew
of the emperor.

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

I have shamed
my master's memory.

Did you not think to run?

I thought to run...

...but I could not
find it within me

to leave Master Po dying.

This is the grave of Master Po.

This earth is honored
to receive him.

May his bones
find rest in this place.

And may his passing,
in its violence...

...not wake
the tigers of outrage,

the dragons of vengeance.

May it rather,
in its sadness...

...wake nothing but the dove
in us, the lamb in others...

...so that together,
in the bond of compassion...

...we may rejoice
in the memory of Master Po...

...and wipe away forever

the tears from the eyes
of the blind lion.

The pursuit by
the imperial police

will be relentless, unending.

I understand, master.

You remain a Shaolin priest.

Nothing is diminished.
Nothing undone.

Thank you, master.

You have visited
the grave of Master Po.

Now you must leave us forever.

And I cannot say which is
the greater grief to my heart.

Go.

Mister, you are one hell
of a laundryman.

You believe bringing
that chalice back

is gonna raise
Benito's bones out of hell?

I believe the chalice
belongs in the mission.

Well, looks like
a couple thousand dollars

you got there in your hand.

Mr. Staggis, I have made
a promise to Padre Benito.

If you don't quit telling me
about your debt of honor...

...there's no way
we can do business.

What business?

What happened back there
with those Gilchristos

changed my thinking some.

You're a first-class fighting
man. I can use you in Mexico.

I do not wish
to be used in Mexico.

-You got other plans?
-Not for fighting.

You didn't seem
too averse to fighting me.

I saw no way to avoid it.

That's what I keep trying
to tell you.

There's no way
you can avoid it...

...unless you come in with me.

Mr. Staggis...

...I will not give you
the chalice,

and I will not go with you
to Mexico.

Well, if you don't beat the tail
feathers off a brass duck.

Then we fight.

But just so it's fair enough
and holy enough for you...

...I'm gonna fight you your way.

So when you get to that mission,
you pick yourself out a nice...

...peaceful gravesite.

Listen, Chinaboy.

That Staggis, he's
a bloodthirsty,

meat-eating animal.

-You gonna fight?
-No.

A man like Caine's
got better sense.

Please, sir...

...may I speak
to Padre Braganza?

I was expecting you
to give us a helping hand

before we got into town.

I did, pilgrim.

I sent a wire straight off
to U.S. marshal:

"Bring me my reward."

Fetch you four hogs
off to Santa Fe.

A miracle.

It is, indeed, a miracle.

Benito, you see
what he has done?

He has saved your soul.

Such Christian heroism
in a heathen...

...with no knowledge
of the priest.

I must return this
to the tabernacle at once.

Come with me, brother.

To your exact specifications.

Three chains, each cincuenta
y siete pulgadas in length.

Now a handle
of strong hickory...

...thong for my wrist.

Is it permitted to ask
what this will be made to do?

To kill a hero.

Go now, Benito.

Go, Christian soul.

To the bosom
of our divine master.

Priest!

A fugitive. Murderer.
He was seen near here.

Well, as you can see,
there's nobody here

but the Lord
and his humble servant.

No one?

I know you're doing
little else but your duty,

but I'd like to
continue my prayers.

Two imperial policemen.

They're gone,
but I don't trust them.

I do not wish
to cause you trouble.

The Reverend Provincial
has given me permission

to find you passage.

It is arranged already?

With the help of Mr. Sam Lowe.

The one who always wears
the red muffler.

I have seen him.

In the morning, we will have
a special Mass of thanksgiving.

Then we will go out
to Benito's grave.

-You will stay, my friend?
-Yes, Padre.

Until the marshal comes.

And so, dear Lord, the thieves
will be brought to justice.

San Blas will no longer live
in terror of outlaws

in our streets.

This man
has already done much...

...and he will perform one more
favor for us later today...

...when he takes me to where
he gave a Christian burial...

...to the body of our beloved...

...Padre Benito.

In whose honor we will celebrate
this morning's Requiem Mass.

His name is Kwai Chang Caine.

Love means very little,
unless it is put into practice.

So, what do we mean by love?

To love is to wish other
persons good in all things.

To allow them
to love you in return.

Saint Paul tells us

that we may have
all wisdom and knowledge...

...but if we do not have love,
we are nothing.

-May I help you?
-Where is the fugitive?

I realize that you are not
familiar with my faith.

However, this
is a religious service.

His name is Caine.
Kwai Chang Caine!

I'm in the middle of a mass,
if you will wait.

Caine!

I'm gonna shoot me
a few dozen citizens

unless you trot
yourself out here!

No cause for alarm, my people.

I will deal with this man.

Caine!

Where is he?

Padre, you turn him over,
or I'm gonna blow you all

over that back wall.

You will leave this church.

Get that horse out of here.

I'm not a patient man.

Thought you might have
forgot about me.

Leave this church.

I will go with you.

Alright.

You cannot take the chalice.

Right.

Not till I try you man-to-man.

-Chalice.
-Only one way to get it.

Come away from that door.

You shouldn't have come back.

I had to.

Run, my dear friend,
straight to the ship.

Go now, before they come back,
as they always do. Please.

-The police did not--
-I told them nothing. Nothing.

Dear Benito,
rest in peace with the angels.

Is it permitted
that I attend the grave?