All language subtitles for Kung Fu S02E04 The Brujo

[theme music ]

[music continues]

[wind howling]

[man chanting]

[woman groaning]

[groaning continues]

You are a priest.
Light from far land.

How do you know this?

I have been waiting for you.

[groaning]

There is a village, San Martin,
to the south.

Take the boy there.

He cannot speak.

But he understands.

I will bind your legs
where they are broken.

And then I will take you both.

There is no need.

I have touched your soul,
young priest.

Take the boy.

You will know what to do
when you get there.

[dramatic music]

[fire crackling]

[wind howling]

[instrumental music]

[sheep bleating]

We are looking for
the village of San Martin.

[kite screeching]

[whistling]

[whistling continues]

Esteban, I thought you trained
her to come only to me.

I did, Don Emilio.
I swear it.

Oh.

The boy's a witch.

He's come to fight
a devil for them.

I will take you to our village.

Someone once said
it was easier to raise a devil

than to put him away.

When the people dream
of witches and the devil...

...their minds are filled
with thoughts of what might be.

Not of what is.

They are happier that way.

So am I.

[instrumental music]

What is the matter with these
people? What do they suffer?

They are cursed by el brujo.

They have not eaten
for many days.

I fear they will die, as our
sheep and goats have died.

[baby wailing]

Tadeo.

-Look at him.
-Another one.

Perhaps I can help.

I have some small knowledge
of healing.

[crying]

He's on fire.
Is he also cursed?

What am I to do?

Give him a little
of this in warm water.

He must eat nothing.
The same tomorrow.

Carlos has done this.

You're a fool, old man.

You cannot defy Carlos
with a boy.

You only make him more angry.

You will kill us all.

Who is Carlos?

El brujo.
The one who curses us.

And the only one who
can save us, if he will.

[panting]

What troubles you, grasshopper,

that the boy was your own age?

He spoke of a curse.

Who was it that cursed him?

His master, Sorcerer Liu,
because he ran away.

The undiscerning mind
is like the root of a tree.

It absorbs equally
all that it touches,

even the poison
that would kill it.

But he took no poison.

And he was not ill.

That is true.

Why did he die, master?

I do not understand.

Did the boy not believe
that he was to die?

He did not believe otherwise.

And so his life had no choice
but to fly away.

Learn from him, grasshopper.

[dramatic music]

The one who brought
the boy to the village.

A man to serve a boy.

You dare to come in here?

I seek help for the child.

-He is ill.
-Many are ill.

[fire crackling]

Unmarked. Untouched.

It is just as it was before.

You do not suffer,
but others do.

Yes, by my power.

Do you draw pleasure
from their pain?

It is pain to them,
but nothing to me.

And so it is pleasure
beyond pleasure.

A man who is moved by nothing...

...is no man at all.

Ah, you are right at what was
there to see from the beginning.

Were you not with the old lady
when she died?

I was there.

And, still, you did not learn?

What is there to learn?

-Not to grow old?
-Go, servant.

Go while you can.

What shall I tell the people
of San Martin?

They wish to please you.

What do you want of them?

Let them suffer. Let them die.

I will tell them that.

Perhaps they will then know

that it costs them nothing
not to please you.

They have seen my power.

They have seen that
no one can stand against me...

...not the old woman,
not your boy.

The boy will be well.

I will tend to him.

You tend a grave within a grave.

[intense music]

The boy was dead when
you brought him to San Martin.

Look.

Do you admire
the workmanship, Esteban?

Very much, Don Emilio.

What does it say to you?

I know only that it is still
good after many years.

It was my father's
and his father's before him.

-Oh.
-Hm.

I would like to have known
those days long ago.

Men lived well then, handsomely.

And nobility was unchallenged.

Their culture rich.
Their fields fertile.

That world
will never come again.

My family has no memory
of such things, Don Emilio.

We have always lived here
in the village.

[sighs]
Who is the stranger
who came with the boy?

He calls himself "Caine."

He's either a witch
or he is a fool.

[laughing]

We have enough of both,
don't we?

Don Emilio, he went to the cave.
I followed him.

He went inside.

Oh.

-Well, did he come out again?
-I do not know.

I don't suppose you believe

in this witchcraft,
do you, Esteban?

No.

I didn't think you did.

I am happy you see things
as I do.

Yes, Don Emilio.

Hm. You seem to appreciate
what I have done for San Martin.

We have dignity here
and peace...

...while so many
of the other villages

are filled with anger
and bitterness.

To keep this balance,
we must guard against anything

that would disturb it.

Like a stranger in our midst.

Look for him in the village.

If you find him...

...escort him out.

[gun cocks]
Please.

[instrumental music]

[door opens]

You're alive.

-Did you go into the cave?
-Yes.

And you saw elbrujo?
You spoke to him?

He will do nothing to help.
He wants your people to suffer.

Perhaps he will lift the curse
after we perform the ritual.

We are making
The Day of the Devil.

The men are drawing lots to see
who will wear the devil's mask.

-Where is the boy?
-The priest came.

He took him to the church.

Please excuse me.
I must go inside.

You are ordered
to leave San Martin.

I will leave as soon as I can.

Senor Fiero says it must be now.

[horses neighing]

Oh!

Ahh!

Wo-ah!

Esteban!

I wish to see the boy.

You are welcome.

I'm Father Salazar.

I am Caine.

-You are from another land.
-Yes.

Um, Tadeo told me about you.
He said you knew the old woman.

I knew her only a moment.
I met her on the road.

But she trusted you
with the boy,

and the boy was important
to her.

She thought of herself
as a witch.

Her knowledge came
from within...

...not from what she observed.

And from where does
your knowledge come?

From my teachers
and the days I have lived.

You are not like any other man
in this part of the world.

You are strange,
as the old woman was strange.

Are you a witch?

[chuckles]

I am a priest.

Of what faith?
What do you worship?

Life.

Tadeo.

What is this?

Father, we have
the respect for you...

...but you are with us
only one day of the month.

Satan is with us always.

How can a shirt and a pair of
scissors protect against Satan?

A witch can change himself
into el cuervo...

...and fly overhead
to take the soul away.

This charm will cut his wings.

The boy will be safe.

I cannot have such things
in the church.

Take them out.

[dramatic music]

I am the Sorcerer Liu.

I'm looking for my apprentice.

-He is dead.
-I'm grieved to hear that.

It was my desire to instruct him
in great secrets.

He said you put
a curse upon him.

It was his own foolishness
that cursed him...

...and the same, now, curses me.

I'm left with no one
to instruct.

What will become
of my great secrets?

Are these secrets not known
to my masters in the temple?

They are known only by me.

They are the secrets
of the universe.

I can cure any sickness,
converse with the dead...

...and confound
a thousand masters.

[laughing]

But I must pass this knowledge
on to one who is worthy.

Will you come with me and learn
the secrets of the universe?

Yes.

Do you believe in their
superstitions?

No.

Yet you sent the charm outside.

There is no place
for a pagan thing in here.

I do not understand.

This is an empty room

and outside are people
who are afraid.

I have tried to teach them
not to be afraid, but....

But I have failed.

Many of their rites are a blend
of faith and local legend.

A villager dresses up
as the devil, others as priests.

There is a procession of sorts.

If all goes well,
the devil's mask is burned...

...at the end of the ceremony.

In the original rite,
the man himself was burned.

[indistinct chatter]

What is the matter with him?
Do you know?

It is something
from within himself.

I will leave some medicines.

They may be of some use to you.

I brought this myself
from Mexico City.

-It is for washing?
-Yes...

...for washing away
the stains of the past,

and for bringing new life.

I can do nothing
for these people.

They have no faith in me.

I can do nothing
against this evil,

and they strengthen it
with their belief.

[door opens]

My baby is well.

You have broken
the spell on him.

If you go, who will teach them?

You, perhaps.

They have faith in you.

God works in strange ways,
my friend.

[fire crackling]

[bird squawking]

Look, look. El cuervo.
It is Carlos.

-It is only a bird.
-It is Carlos.

You must do something.

[intense music]

There's nothing
to be afraid of in a bird.

It is only a creature
of the Earth.

[squawking continues]

Carlos is after the boy's soul.
Hurry.

[woman screaming]

[woman screaming]

[squawking continues]

[screaming]

[wind whistling]

You did nothing.

It has happened.

He has cut the hair of the boy.

He has taken his soul.

[intense music]

Be still. Stand silent.

The air is filled with
a multitude of creatures...

...some human, some not.

Bind them to yourself and you
will learn the secrets of life.

Creature of light, burn bright.

Creature of Earth, hold true.

Creature of fire and smoke...

...incense and perfume...

...cast away any phantoms
of evil intent.

Appear.

Come forth
and serve your master!

[people chanting]

It has begun.

[chanting continues]

You saved my baby, broke the
spell that was upon him.

Why is it you cannot
help the boy?

I cannot reach into his fear.

But you have the power.
I know it. I feel it.

The only power I have
is to see into myself.

You must destroy Carlos
before you leave.

If Carlos ceases to be, he will
be replaced by another Carlos...

...and another and yet another

as long as your hearts
are filled with fear.

Then use your power
to take our fear away.

Only you can do that.

I sent word for you
to leave San Martin.

He saved my baby, Your
Excellency. He is a good man.

-He has the power to heal.
-Yes.

Well, once the rite of the devil
has been performed...

...there will be no more need
for such power.

The stranger will move on.

I'm sure he will heed my advice.

[chanting continues]

Is he well still?

[sighs]

I am glad.

I feared the fever would return.

[chanting continues]

[drum beats]

[woman screaming]

[screaming continues]

Miguel!

[woman crying]

Enough. Observe the rite.

Something is wrong outside.

Miguel.

[hollering]

[laughing maniacally]

-What have you done with Miguel?
-He is cursed.

He'll wake when I tell him to.

I will have justice
for this, Carlos.

No, Don Fiero.
I will have justice.

I will curse anyone
who slips into your fields...

...until you deliver to me
the man who murdered my wife.

This year,
the devil will not be put away.

[wind whistling]

Senor Caine.

Don Emilio begs you to see him.

He has information which may
allow you to help the people.

Go with him.
I will stay with the boy.

In the night, the hawk
broke her strap and flew away.

This morning my fields
are empty,

all the servants are gone.

I am glad you chose to stay.

How is Miguel?

Afflicted like the rest.

Everyone in the village
is afraid, except you.

They believe you're a witch, and
that you have special powers.

When Carlos came at you last
night, you did not back away.

-Why did you send for me?
-I'm threatened by Carlos.

A threat cannot harm...

...unless you accept it.

I do not accept it.

But I feel the weight of it.

Perhaps, with reason. I know
something of the brujo's wife.

She was very young, spirited,

but ambitious far beyond
her station.

She was as beautiful
as her name. Helena.

Don Emilio, I found the hawk.
You must come.

[intense music]

-There is no mark on it.
-My mark is on it.

It's dead by my power.

[music continues]

Caine, I want your protection.

I can stand between you...

...but the truth
is a better shield.

I killed his wife.

She thought I was sleeping.
She came at me with a knife.

I buried it within myself...

...in as dark a place
as I could find.

Darkness is light to the devil.

And it served my purpose
just as well when she died.

I am the one who sent her
with a knife.

You.

What do you want?

Everything.

[indistinct chanting]

By the spirits that serve me...

...by the forces of hell,
you're dead, Don Fiero.

When the sun sets,
you will be no more.

Please help me.

Why do you believe him?

[indistinct chanting]

You cannot shoot me.

The gun burns your hand.

[laughing maniacally]

Caine.

[shuddering]

[bell tolling]

[indistinct chattering]

I am Don Carlos de San Martin.

You will return to the fields.

[wind whistling]

I wish to see the boy.

This is mine.

-No one may enter.
-I must.

You think you can break
my power?

Yes.

And what will you do?

Nothing.

In an hour's time,

the shadow of the cross
will slice the circle.

When the shadows touches you,

your blood will run cold
in your veins.

Your breath will be heavy
in your lungs, and you will die.

Leave the circle now
while you can.

[drum beats]

Blood of the she-goat...

...slain in the night.
Ream the grave.

Bring dark to light.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chanting]

When the shadow touches you,

you will be no more.

[intense music]

Master.

I have been to the temple
of the Sorcerer Liu.

I followed him thinking
to learn great secrets.

I ran away.

Before you learned
his great secrets?

He cursed me...

...as he cursed
the boy who died.

Now I shall die.

Will this lift the curse?

-What do you see in the mirror?
-The flame of a candle.

Is the mirror harmed
by the flame?

No, master.

-It only reflects it.
-Be like the mirror.

How am I to do that?

Allow no evil
to pass through you.

Reflect it to its source.

Then shall I be safe?

Go and sleep, grasshopper.

[wind whistling]

You have broken his power.

As you have done.

[screaming]

[crowd murmuring]

[drum beats]

[instrumental music]

It is over.

There's no need to leave.

There's no need to stay.

I should not have been afraid,
but I was.

You know why?

Perhaps because of what I buried

in as dark a place
as I could find.

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

[music continues]