All language subtitles for The Mysterious Cities of Gold 8

# Children of the sun

# See your time has just begun

# Searching for your ways
through adventures every day

# Every day and night

# With the condor in flight

# With all your friends in tow

# We search for the Cities of Gold

# Ah

# Wishing for the Cities of Gold

# Ah

# Some day we will find
the Cities of Gold. #

NARRATOR: On their way to Peking,

our heroes find refuge
in a Shaolin temple.

He's been hurt!

There, Mendoza, hurt during a fight,
is taken care of by the Great Master,

assisted by Zia.

At nightfall, somebody slips
into the children's room

to place a venomous snake.

Esteban and Tao take off
in pursuit of the shadow.

So, was I dreaming?

Ah!

Ya!

Ya! Ya!

Ya!

Huh?

How'd you...how'd you two
do all that?

Would you like some soup?

My name is Little Dragon,
and this is Little Tiger.

Mm-hm.

Esteban, Tao.

- And this here is Kokapetl.
- Hi there.

I'm hungry.

That big, mean old Bao Xingji
deprived us of dinner.

Bao Xingji? The one
supervising the training?

Yes, he's the master instructor.

He's the best fighter of all Shaolin.

That's not true.

The best is Tian Li.

That's just nonsense.

Oh, yeah? Then why did
the Great Master choose Tian Li

as his successor, huh?

And what's more, ever since, Bao
Xingji has made life hard on us.

Ha!

Ha!

Hey, does Bao Xingji socialise
with the local bandits?

You mean the Red Scarves?

A Shaolin monk with those dogs?

Oh!

Don't you dare ever repeat that.

By insulting one of us,
you insult us all.

So, can we go to bed now?

Make sure that the bandage
compresses the plaster

and keeps it in place.

Mmm.

It almost no longer hurts.

When can I travel again?

A bird knows how to conserve
its wings.

Could a man possibly be
less wise than a bird?

Mm-hm.

Excellent job, my child.
I couldn't have done it better.

Oh.

You need to avoid straining
yourself for a few days.

And don't forget to
drink your remedy.

- Zia, my child.
- Yes, Father?

Run back to the house and
bring me the herbal mixture

that we prepared this morning.

Zia.

Zia!

These containers are empty.

I will have to make some ointments.

Would you be interested
in helping me?

Hey, Zia.

This place is really incredible.

It seems there are lots of
ancient books here.

And Tian Li wants to
show them to me.

He immediately saw
who he was dealing with.

We scholars gotta stick together.

Come on, they might have books
that speak of my ancestors.

It's just that the Great Master
asked me to help him.

- Mm-hm.
- Alright. See you, then.

Mmm.

Huh?

Oh! Ah!
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Excuse me.

That staff, what is it?

That's the combat staff of the
first Great Master of Shaolin.

It's said that his breath
of life is held within it

and watches over us.

We preserve it here
as a sacred relic.

Our copyists translate and
reproduce ancient manuscripts

in order to preserve them
for future generations.

Our most precious manuscripts
are all preserved here.

Some of them are even
older than our empire.

Whoa! Oh, fantastic.

Whoa! Whoa, what's that?

It's...it's...

A bone. It's the shell of a tortoise.

Who would ever write on a bone?

- Mm.
- Oh, and what's it say?

It speaks of a very ancient
civilisation that is hiding

its jewel in the dwelling of snow.

Huh? An ancient civilisation?

A jewel? I bet you it's
talking about my ancestors.

You know, Tao, what we call jewel
is actually the lotus flower.

This magnificent flower
symbolises the richness

of the heart and spirit.

Mm-hm.

Uh, but what's this
dwelling of snow?

I don't know.

'Him' is snow,
and 'alaya' is the dwelling.

Himalaya.

Himalaya.

Himalaya.

There is another text that
speaks of this dwelling.

But where could it be?

Uh...

Huh? Mm.

Mm.

Oh.

Hm-hm.

Hmm!

Oh.

Uh...oh.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Oh.

Tian Li, here.

This text.

This writing, it looks like
that of Ambrosius's book,

which I'd never seen before.

Can you read it?

Yes.

There were, at that time,
orchards and gardens

and arrogant hearts
who defied the sky and the earth.

Ah!

(GRUNTING)

(ALL GRUNT)

You two are lazy.

Laziness is the refuge of the weak.

The strong go to the river,

the weak wait for the water
to rise.

I know the punishment that'll
give you a taste for hard work.

Take those yokes there.

You'll fill them up with rocks
from the quarry.

Go and come back from morning
to night for a whole week.

Now get to it!

Yes, master.

Oh.

Hey, Esteban!

Look here, they took our clothes
away from us.

But Sancho and I went to
get them back discreetly

before they had time
to wash them.

Sniff right here.

Ah, the real good odour of a sailor.

If they think they can mess with us,
he wants to fight, that big old monk,

well, he'd better watch...

Pedro, the big monk.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Boy, oh, boy,
he doesn't look too happy.

Yeah.

Your clothes are dirty,
so you are dirty.

The Great Master said
you must be bathed.

You dishonour this place
with your mere presence.

If it were up to me...

You're hurting me!

Ah!

Esteban!

Esteban!

Esteban!

I've been looking all over for you.
We've got to get Ambrosius's book.

It's his bracelet, Tao.
The sound of bells, remember?

It's his bracelet.

The man wearing a hat.
The one I saw in the forest.

And last night, the shadow.
It was him as well.
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A handful of cinnamon bark,

and then the Dingxiang cloves
that I carefully weighed.

We add the camphor oil,

a bit of essence of zheng,

and we crush everything together...

..to obtain a homogeneous mixture.

You will take this with you, Zia.

Our patient could still use
this for a while.

Applied with the dressing,

this balm will calm the pain
and prevent infection.

Zia, you seem so distant, my child.

Pardon me, Great Master.

Watching you work reminds me
of my father.

He treated people as well.
I helped him sometimes.

He taught me about plants,
but I forgot everything.

You're mind did, perhaps, yes,

but did you know that
each of the five senses

has its own memory?

Come this way. Come now.

Touch this root, my child.

Taste it.

Smell its perfume.

Allow your senses to
remember the past.

Remember what they once knew.

What they had learned.

It's a bit like...

Yes! It reminds me of maca root.

The same family indeed.

Some Spaniards told me they brought
back some from your country.

Here, though, it is
known as ginseng.

It is the basis of our medicine.

You see, Zia, you haven't
forgotten everything.

When I became blind
many, many years ago,

I began little by little to remember
the things I thought I had forgotten.

The smell of the wind,
the true taste of tea,

the distant murmur of the forest.

Visual memory cannot rival
that of the sense of smell

or of taste, because the experience
is better and more deeply ingrained.

Give me another.

This is turning into a habit.
We keep on getting captured.

- Oh.
- No.

Don't you touch that, you!

And then we came through this way,
through the Strait of Magellan.

And then we came up along the coast,

and I met young Tao right here
on this island.

Oh.

And Zia was born right here.

- But we actually met in Spain.
- Huh?

And as for Esteban, I rescued him
at sea just right about here.

Oh.

- He was still just a baby.
- You've travelled so much.

I've never left my country.

Tell me about the ocean
and its anger.

Have you ever been shipwrecked?

Oh, yes.

My companions and I have had our
fair share of storms and shipwrecks.

Isn't that right, my friends?

Wait a minute.
How did you know we were here?

We were hiding.

I've noticed your presence
quite a while already.

And I noticed you when you got
here earlier, my friends.

- What are you playing at?
- It's that big old monk.

He's completely crazy.
He's been chasing us.

He says that we're dirty,
when we bathed just yesterday.

And also last year.

Yeah.

You put back on your dirty clothes,
so now you are dirty.

Here we go again.

You need another bath.

Ah!

Hey!

And those two,
have you known them long?

The Great Master says
you must be bathed!

Oh, an eternity.

But they still never cease
to amaze me.

Yeah, and then we'll go
around this way, up there.

I wish I knew
what they were plotting.

Huh?

And we'll take them by surprise
by entering right through here.

Hey!

It's time. The signal was given
by the monastery.

It's on for tonight.

- Yeah, it's about time.
- Do you hear that, guys?

That gives us just enough
time to gather our men.

You two, go and tell the others.
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You hear that?
They're gonna attack!

Innkeeper! I'll leave you
these two brats.

I'll deal with them when I get back.

Oh, and, yeah, why don't you
cook me up that little bird?

I'm always a bit hungry
after the job.

Assassin! Assassin!

Whoa!

Kokapetl! No!

No! Don't you hurt him!

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa!

Sancho! Sancho! Answer me!

Sancho, say something!

Ouch!

Oh! Where are we?

Downstairs.

The basement.

You know what I think, old pal? I
think we found the ideal hiding spot.

Big old Mu-Chun will never
come looking for us here.

Yeah.

Who's that? What's he doing?

Ah!

Ooh!

Oh!

Wait a second, we'll help you.

Yeah.

Together we'll be faster.

Ah! Thank you.

And a one, and a...

And three.

Wow.

It looks like a secret passage.

It is one.

Huh? And where does it lead to?

If I told you, I'd have to
do away with you.

Well, then, I guess we'll be on our
way, because it's time for our bath.

Thank you for your precious help.
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Bao Xingji and his punishments.

That's all he ever does.

I bet he stays up all night
trying to come up with new ones.

He punishes us for our own good.

If we want to become
Shaolin masters,

we must acquire a taste
for hard work.

Blah, blah, blah.
Taste for hard work.

Let's go this way, it's a short cut.

No, it's swarming with Red Scarves
in this part of the woods.

Wait!

The bandit said the signal
was given by the monastery.

That means they have
an accomplice from within.

But not necessarily Bao Xingji.

Why would he organise an attack
against his own monastery?

Because he wants revenge.

Little Tiger told us he was supposed
to succeed the Great Master,

but that Tian Li was chosen
in his place.

Alright. Time to get cooked,
little guy.

Don't cook me!

Kokapetl, no! Don't do that!

Ambrosius's book!

Stop!

Kokapetl! No!

He'll be delicious.

NARRATOR: How will Esteban and Tao
get out of this dilemma?

It's a map of the monastery.

What is this attack that the
Red scarves are conspiring?

Attack!

- It's crazy.
- Who would do a thing like that?

Will the traitor be unmasked in time?

You'll find out in the next episode
of The Mysterious Cities of Gold.

As the sun rises upon Mount Song,

the winter light slowly awakens
the inhabitants of the region

and chases away the last
of the morning mist.

Ah! What? Alert!

Don't panic, Kokapetl.

These are students who are just
beginning their exercises.

Around the Shaolin Monastery,

there are numerous schools
that teach the art of kung-fu.

But what are they doing
with those mattresses?

It's not time to go to bed.

No, Kokapetl, those mattresses
are for the physical exercises.

Here the children don't play soccer
or go swimming for sports at school,

they practise kung-fu.

Every morning, they do martial arts
and then in the afternoon

they have class.

Ya! Kung-fu, super easy.

Do you think you would be capable
of hitting with all your might

hard bags in order to
harden your fists?

To break three bricks
with your own bare hand?

- To...
- Alakazam!

Ouch! Ouch! That really hurt.

That's right, it takes years of
hard work and training to succeed

in doing these kinds of exercises.

OK, then, we'll see
about that later.

Kokapetl's Scoop.

What are those dots
on Tian Li's forehead?

Those dots were received
during a ceremony that gave

an important role to the monk.

He became responsible for
training and guardian

of the secret combat techniques.

Look here, me too, I have dots.

Bravo, Kokapetl.
Goodbye and see you soon.

Bye-bye.