Original subtitles

(tense Asian music)

- [Child] Let me break it, it's mine.

- [Child] No it's not, it's mine and I'll break it!

- [Child] It isn't just yours, it's ours!

- [Child] Give it here, will you!

Let go!

- [Child] I will not, give me it!

- All right, let's see if you can break it.

But don't forget, I get half.

(rock thudding)

That's not the way to do it, let me show you!

- Hey, will you let me try?

Watch.

(boy laughs)

- Hey, he did it!

Gimme, gimme, that's my piece!

Yours is the half that got spilt.

(Chin laughs)

Come on, let's go.

- I'll share it with you, Aidan!

- That's a future enemy. - This half is mine!

- Let go!

Let go!

(man shouting)

- Get out!

(man screaming)

(mumbles) Don't you ever show your face again!

You are a disgrace to your ancestors,

who will hide their heads under their shame.

- Hey, what has the kid done to deserve this anyway?

- He scorched three shirts on me only this morning.

Purest Chinese silk I had.

So I kicked him out before he bankrupts me!

You just arrived in San Francisco?

- [Chin] Yes.

- You are looking for a job?

- [Chin] Yes.

- Oh, I can give you one.

- Depends what the job is.

- It's a laundry, can't you see?

It's nice, easy work, ironing shirts, one dollar a week.

Then why not go and ask over at my sister's.

She has a restaurant.

She needs a man to wash dishes

and serve dinner to her customers.

- Sorry, old man.

I've already done that kind of work back home.

Now I want to change.

Bye bye.

- Good for you.

As Confucius say, only the stupid and the very wise

will not change their ways.

(men chattering)

- Quit pushing me.

- [Man] Who's pushing?

- [Chin] Excuse me?

- Take it easy, will you?

- What are you talking about?

- Wait your turn.

- Excuse me.

Please sir.

Please sir.

Please sir.

I'd like a ticket to Texas, please.

- Listen, young fella, it's a wide country, Texas is.

Where do you wanna go?

El Paso, Abilene, Dallas?

- For me it's the same.

- All right.

- [Jimmy] One, two, buckle my shoe.

Three, four, shut the door.

Five, six, pick up sticks. - Jimmy, get down from there!

Now how many times do I have to tell you!

- [Jimmy] Oh Mom!

- All aboard!

Wells Fargo stage for Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico

and Texas is ready to roll.

Hey, where you going?

- I'm going to Texas, here's my tickets.

- Okay, but you ride up there on the top.

- Why?

I paid like everyone else

- You're not like everyone else.

No chinks, niggers, or redskins inside,

that's the regulations.

Take it or leave it but hurry up, I'm leaving.

(flute music)

Ya!

(horses snorting)

- [Man] I hope you strike it reach down there!

- [Crowd] Bye!

Bye! (lively Western music)

- Ciao.

Ciao.

Bye!

Bye!

- Ho!

Ho!

Pull up there!

10 minute stop to change horses!

There's beer and whiskey, cash on the barrel head.

Get off, Shanghai Joe, you've arrived.

- Arrived where?

- In Texas.

Isn't this where you wanted to come?

There's enough Texas around here to last you a lifetime.

- But isn't there a town or something?

- For what you paid, I ain't taking you a mile further.

(sad orchestral music)

- Pint of milk costs half a dollar.

- And how much to cook this?

- What a cheapskate.

What else do you need?

- A basin of water, I'd like wash up?

- Water costs money 'round here.

Another half a buck!

- [Man In Tan Hat] I told you, look out,

he's gonna nail you.

That didn't faze old Joe no-how.

He weren't afraid of nothing.

He went outside and planted his feet wide apart

in the middle of the street, ready for anything.

Folks was yelling out the windows,

"Look out, he's gonna nail you!"

He didn't pay 'em no mind.

Then the sheriff, he comes up to Joe, and he says,

"Look out, he's gonna nail you."

It was a waste of breath.

And Billy the Kid showed up.

- [Man] What'd he do?

- [Man In Tan Hat] He nailed him!

(both laughing)

(flute music)

- Listen.

You heard this one?

What is it that's yella and can be squeezed?

- [Man] A lemon.

- (laughs) No, that chink.

And with all that rice he eats,

he's constipated to the ears.

(all laughing)

- [Man In Tan Hat] You know why Chinamen

eat with chopsticks?

- [Man] No, why?

- Because they're so stupid, they don't even know

what a fork is?

(all laughing)

- Hey amigo, is it true that a Chinaman always

turns pea green when he's real scared?

(laughs)

- I wouldn't know.

Personally, I've never been scared.

(all laughing)

- I think it's about time you had that experience, boy.

(all laughing)

- You didn't do that on purpose, I hope, did you?

- [All] No!

- Of course we didn't, no.

- [Chin] Another pint of milk.

- We finally got rid of the Indians,

and now we're up to our ass in chinks.

Who's that yella dog think he is?

That chink's beginning to rile me.

- I'd also like a fork.

- Hey, you yella dog.

I got dirty shoes, and I expect you to clean 'em.

What's the matter with you?

I said come here and clean these shoes, boy!

- Why don't you get it done by that slut

of a sister of yours!

- Why you!

(screams)

(mysterious music)

(men grunting) (fists thudding)

(Chin shouting)

(jars shattering)

(dramatic music)

- Excuse me, could you tell me how to get

to the nearest ranch?

- Sure can.

And, there's a big one less than three miles from here.

Real nice people.

- Ah, thank you, sir.

- [Man] Watch this ringer!

(metal clanging)

(men laughing) I'll show you how.

- Stay in back, boys. (men chattering)

(metal clanging)

- Damn that crosswind!

(men laughing)

(metal clanging)

(cheering) - Set 'em up, boys!

- Go get 'em, Red!

- [Man In Brown Vest] We got visitor.

- Excuse me, do you people belong to the ranch?

- We work on a ranch, if you want to know, partner.

But, if you're peddling fancy soap and neckties,

we ain't buying.

- To tell the truth, I'm looking for a job.

- You mean washing and sewing and things like that?

- I want to work as a cowboy.

- Huh?

(men laughing)

- Cowboy?

Cowboy chink!

- I bet you never heard of a Chinese cowboy!

- Never even seen a cow, have you?

- Friend, I don't see no horse.

Where'd you leave it?

- I was hoping I could borrow a horse

then pay you back a little each week out of my daily wages.

- Might even be I'd give you a horse on credit.

If you wasn't a yellow-skinned, slanty-eyed foreigner

instead of a real cowhand.

All right boys, in the saddle!

(laughing)

(men chattering)

- [Man] Let's set him up.

- Yeah. - Yeah, great idea.

- That's it (mumbles).

- Hey, you chinkie.

Wait a minute, boy.

A real cowboy is fast and mighty strong, you understand.

All right, I'll make you bet then.

If you succeed in doing a couple a things

that me and Smitty can do, you win a fine horse.

Otherwise, you work for the whole bunch of us

for two months.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Good!

(men laughing)

See this?

You gotta drive it all the way into the head

with only one blow of the hammer.

Now watch.

(hammer tapping)

(hammer thudding)

- [Man] Way to go, boss!

(men laughing)

- That's fine, boss! - Great job, boss!

- Let's see what you can do?

Here you are.

- I'll bet he mashes his finger.

- The yellow bastard knows he's licked.

- What the hell?

What's he up to?

- Ha!

- Did you see that?

Some trick and he did it barehanded?

- He sure fitted you on that one.

- China boy ain't won yet?

You see that cow pony?

Keep your eye on me, 'cause I'll only do this once.

(grunting)

(men laughing)

Hey ho.

(horse hooves clomping)

Whoa whoa.

Well?

- [Man] That was great.

- All right, come on, it's your turn now.

But you gotta watch it, though.

He's a bit nervous.

He might send you sailing through the air (laughs).

Go on!

Hey, slanty eyes, watch what you're doing.

There's a real horse right behind you.

(men laughing)

(mysterious music)

- Oh!

(dramatic music) (horse hooves clomping)

This guy ain't real.

- Ain't never seen the likes of it.

- [Man In White Scarf] You're damn tootin'.

- So which horse is mine?

- This joke's gone on a might too long.

Now get out of my way.

- For me, it wasn't a game.

I won and I want my horse.

- Get off this ranch!

All right, you guys get to work!

We lost too much time already.

- Maybe you don't understand.

My horse?

- Hmm.

You want a horse?

Take this instead! (whip cracking)

Ah! (horse whinnying)

Ah! (whip cracking)

Ah! (whip cracking)

You want this horse, (horse whinnying)

then come and get it!

Yah!

(Chin shouting)

(grunting)

(kick thudding) (man grunting)

(Chin shouts) (man shouting)

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clomping)

- I ain't saying it ain't possible,

but I'm dang sure that no Chinese cowboy ain't never

been seen around these parts!

- [Woman] And never will be, them heathens!

(dog barking)

- Live long and you see everything, Confucius say.

Just give me the chance, and you'll see the best cowboy

in all Texas.

- All right then.

We'll see how you handle cattle tomorrow.

Got to brand a whole herd.

And if it turns out you ain't just another dude,

I'll give you a job all right.

Now you just get on over to the bunkhouse.

The boys will see you get everything you need.

- Thank you.

- The old guy must've lost his mind.

(harmonica music)

- He should've sent him to the cookhouse

where all the wetbacks are.

- Did you notice how he hangs on to that duffel bag of his?

He won't let it out of sight.

- Like to know what's in it.

I got a mind to have a look.

- Could be he's toting a lot of money around.

Here he is. (door creaking)

(harmonica music)

- [Man In Brown Vest] Howdy, chink.

- Good evening to you, sir.

- [Man] Hey, how 'bout a little five card stud.

- [Man] Deal me in.

- [Man] Four ain't enough for stud poker.

- [Man] Mmm, that's the truth.

Where we gonna get a fifth?

- I got an idea.

Hey amigo.

(knife twanging)

(dog barking)

Ah, you're a pretty brave guy!

You know what poker is?

- I saw it played during a long voyage.

- Would you like to play a hand or two?

(knife twanging)

- I'm not a rich man.

(knife clicking)

- What do you got?

(knife twanging)

- Five silver dollars.

- Well, it's a way to kill time.

(knife thudding)

- As long as that's all you're killing.

- We'll see your Jack, not that we don't true you.

- I haven't seen your money yet.

- He's right, dig it out.

- High card.

Ace deals.

- We have another pack?

- [Man In Brown Vest] What's wrong with this one?

- The aces are showing through.

- Well, they ain't made of iron, are they?

No wonder they got wore out.

- Sure, the chink is right.

- Thank you.

- Bet.

- $5.

- I'm in. - Me too.

- [Man With Green Tie] I fold.

- Can you beat three sevens.

- [Chin] I'm sorry, I have three aces.

(hand thudding)

- Well I'll be son of a bitch--

- [Chin] Well, my friends, I'll be saying good night.

- Oh no you don't, chink.

We'll tell you when the game's over.

- It was agreed this was the last hand.

- [Man In Gray Vest] Come here, you.

- Leave him alone.

He's right.

We'll get even some other time.

Remember, we gotta be in the saddle at dawn (whistles).

(knives twanging)

Blast that chink.

- He sure made us look like shit, Pa.

Ma, never would've let us forget it.

- Don't mention that sainted mother of yours.

Anyway, he ain't getting away with nothing.

(men snoring)

(drumming music)

(ominous music)

(man grunting)

(man grunting)

(Chin shouting)

(men clattering)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(barrel clattering)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(Chin shouting)

- [Man] Come down and fight, ya yellow bastard.

- [Man] Yellow bellied bastard!

(men grunting) (punches thudding)

(Chin shouting)

(man shouting)

(kick thudding) (man grunting)

(man shouting)

(Chin shouting)

- [Chin] One, two, three, four.

Five.

(plank thudding)

(punches thudding) (man grunting)

- If you hit me in the face, you'll break my false teeth.

Now, let's not lose our heads.

Hey what what are you gonna do to me?

Listen, it was only a little joke,

a little initiation ceremony for a new a right hand.

- (chuckles) Very funny joke, ha ha.

By the way, I'm very sorry to disappoint you,

but the only money I've got in that bag

is the money I won from you.

(horse snorting)

(horse hooves clomping)

(ominous music)

(somber orchestral music)

(horse snorting)

(dark Western music)

- Yeah, it's gotta be him.

Ain't no one else fits the description

between Frisco and Kansas City.

- You mean you're looking for me.

- Rumors spread like wildfire.

Seems like, you had a little trouble

with the boys over on Ferguson's ranch.

Is that right, stranger?

- They wanted to rob me.

- [Man In Black] Oh yeah?

(Chin shouting) (water splashing)

- That's him all right.

(laughs)

My God, nothing gets by you, does it,

hey slanty eyes?

- No hard feelings Shanghai, but we had to make sure

that you was the chink we was looking for.

- And, now that you know?

- Well, I'm gonna make you a proposition.

You wanna be a cowboy and so I'm offering you a job

with the biggest cattle raiser in the state,

that's Stanley Spencer.

Fine ranch, all you can eat, and $30 the end of each month.

- Why have you come looking for me?

- Well, you've already earned a real big reputation.

And, since we're losing a dozen head of cattle

to rustlers every day, Mr. Stanley Spencer

is always looking for kids that know the score

and have got the guts to handle trouble

when it comes.

Okay?

- I'm game.

(adventure music)

(horse hooves clomping)

- Whoa, we wait here for the others.

- How come they ain't here already?

- Oh, you can't depend on them greasers

especially when it's an operation

that's kinda touchy.

- What's the deal?

- Well, I shouldn't tell ya, but now that you're one of us,

Mr. Spencer buys beef cattle in Mexico

and it's up to us to bring 'em into Texas

without all that damn foolishness about taxes and customs.

- Smuggling, in other words.

- Ah, that I wouldn't know.

The important thing is we deliver the merchandise

and get paid for it.

Ah, here they are.

Here comes Billy and Frank.

(horse hooves clomping)

(wind whistling)

Where are they?

- [Man In Brown Vest] Down there in the canyon.

- [Slim] Let's go get 'em.

(dynamic Western music)

Whoa!

Stop here.

Billy and Vincent, you go on ahead.

Go on, get up there.

- But, where's the cattle?

- Right in front of your eyes.

Can't you see 'em?

This here beef's only got two legs

So, they only cost half as much to feed

as the four-legged kind.

(men laughing)

(wind whistling)

(horse hooves clomping)

(speaking in a foreign language)

- I thought slaves were a thing

of the past in America.

- What do you mean?

They're not slaves.

Why, those greasers are tickled pink

to find work over here instead of staying home

starving to death.

The boss pays a fair price to the recruiter

in Mexico and resells the contract

to the southern plantation owner.

There's nothing illegal about it.

- Oh, perfectly legal.

(men laughing)

(speaking in a foreign language)

(horse hooves clomping)

Are they all there?

- 28, all strong, healthy men like mules (laughs).

- You old crook, Jesus.

You found these at the old people's home I'll bet.

Anyway, here's your money.

Next time, it's higher quality or the deal's off.

(speaking in a foreign language)

(horse hooves clomping)

(horse whinnying)

- [Man In Black] All right, on your feet, you bastards.

- [Man In Brown Vest] Come on, get up and get moving.

Pick up your feet.

- [Man In Black] Move or I'll brain ya.

- [Man In Brown Vest] Run, goddamn ya, run.

You'll be shot.

- [Man In Black] Faster, faster, you stinking greasers.

Pick up your feet and run.

That's it.

- [Man In Brown Vest] Now walk.

Walk, goddamn, so Mr. Craig can get a good look

at the whole balding bunch of you.

Walk, but keep moving.

(horse hooves clomping)

- Hey, what's the matter, boy, you getting soft-hearted?

They ain't Chinamen.

- They're men.

I just can't think of them as cattle.

- You'll get used to it.

Let's get moving.

This ain't a healthy place to hang around for long.

Ha, ha!

(horse hooves clomping)

- [Man In Black] Keep moving, keep moving!

- [Man In Tan Jacket] Soldiers, Mr. Craig.

There's a patrol headed this way.

- [Man In Gray Jacket] Yeah, looks like

the whole Mexican Army.

There just ain't no way to get around them, Mr. Craig.

We're gonna run into them head on.

- Even if we go up over the pass?

- [Man In Gray Jacket] They'll get us anyway.

- All right, you know what you gotta do.

Yah!

Soldiers are coming.

Run, don't let 'em catch you.

Run!

(guns firing)

(men shouting)

Slow 'em down.

Can't leave a single witness.

(guns firing)

(men grunting)

What are you waiting for?

Shoot 'em down.

(dramatic music)

(Chin grunts)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(kick thudding)

(dynamic Western music)

(soldiers shouting)

(gun firing)

(horse hooves clomping)

(man grunting)

- Aim straight, for God sake.

Just kill me fast.

- I didn't shoot.

I don't know anything.

Why did they try to kill you?

- It's not the first time it happened.

They're afraid that if some peon survives

he'll tell the soldiers who the recruiters are.

Help me, if you can.

Friend, thank you.

- Can you manage to ride?

- Well, I'll try.

- Go home and tell them that slavery

is far worse than hunger.

- I know that now.

I will tell them.

God go with you.

(dynamic Western music) - Ha hey!

(guns firing)

(Chin grunting) (tense music)

(horse hooves clomping)

(somber flute music)

(kick thudding) (Chin grunting)

- I know it was you who prepared the trap,

but who was it who gave the orders?

Come on talk or I'll squeeze every drop of blood

out of your body.

You understand?

Plead, get down on your knees.

You'll live if you talk.

(kick thudding) (Chin grunting)

(rifle firing) (man shouting)

(laughing)

The Achilles heel is a marvelous target.

That's one more wetback who isn't likely

to escape again, right?

(rifle clicking)

(rifle firing) (man shouting)

(rifle clicking)

(rifle firing)

(rifle clicking)

- [Man] We give the heathen the same treatment?

- No, no.

For the chink I planned something real special indeed.

My friends, I have the honor of presenting Molock,

the black pearl of my breeding farm.

(horse whinnying)

Hey!

(bull grunting)

(fly buzzing)

(bull hooves clomping)

- Hey!

(bull snorting)

(bull hooves clomping)

(Chin panting)

(bull snorting)

(bull hooves clomping)

(bull snorting)

(bull hooves clomping)

(bull snorting)

(bull hooves clomping)

(Chin grunting)

(bull snorting)

(Chin shouting)

(bull snorting)

(Chin shouting)

(kick thudding)

(dramatic music)

- [Chin] Don't anybody move or I'll kill him.

- [Stanley] What are you gonna do?

- Don't move.

(dynamic Western music)

(kick thudding)

- No, no, please don't.

Don't kill me.

I beg you, let me go.

- If you were a man I would kill you.

But, you're only a rotten mass of flesh.

(punch thudding)

- I'll pay you whatever you want,

but don't hit me again.

Please don't.

Just tell me how much money you want.

- Cruelty, brutality, arrogance.

What good are they to you now?

It's easy to kill people the way you did

those three peons, but dying yourself

is different, isn't it?

(Stanley groaning)

- I can make you rich.

Even (grunts)

an American.

- American?

Your kind of America isn't what I came here for.

Your kind of American would break both your legs

and leave you to the jackals and to the vultures.

Only, I think there's another America

which has no room for degenerate scoundrels like you.

(Stanley grunting)

(somber music)

(horse hooves clomping)

The peons are actually being sold as slaves.

They are brought here with work contracts

paying little money.

Only, if they tried to run away and are caught,

they'll be tortured and murdered.

I speak as an eyewitness to the execution

of three peons this morning.

The man responsible for these horrible crimes

is the lawyer, Spencer.

- Young feller, you realize who Spencer is?

You don't know he's been like a father

to the poor in this state.

He's the number one citizen around here.

- [Chin] He's a slave trader.

- Don't gimme this cock and bull story, you.

You're not even white.

- Ah, only whites tell the truth?

- You yellow bastard.

Get out of here.

And, don't let me catch you in these parts again

or I'll run you in for defamation of character.

Now, hit the trail.

Why, that's Spencer's filly.

You're under arrest for horse stealing.

A lousy slant-eyed thief that goes around

slandering good folks.

I'm gonna lock you up.

(horse hooves clomping)

Stop that man!

- You bone head.

What kind of a half-ass sheriff are you anyway?

What the hell do I pay you for?

Maybe to catch chicken thieves?

You know who that Chinaman is?

- I know now, but I didn't, when he came into my office...

- I can't trust any of you,

though everything I do is for your benefit.

Not one of you gives a hoot about my safety.

Did I tell you to drink?

Don't you know that chink is a menace to all of us?

Or are you too stupid to see it?

The bastard liberates our peons.

Next, he'll be liberating our beef cattle

and reporting us to the federal government.

And, maybe even murdering us all in our beds.

Or do you think I'm kidding?

- [Sherriff] Give me five of your men, Mr. Spencer.

I'll deliver him on a plate.

- You, he'll deliver you on a plate

with an apple in your mouth, Andy.

This calls for a man, a professional gun,

not a chicken shit type like you.

- I suggest the best man to do it

is Pedro the Cannibal.

That wild man won't stop at anything

if he can make a couple of dollars on the deal.

- Well, say, that's a pretty good idea.

And, while we're at it, what about Burying Sam, eh?

He kills people just for the fun of planting 'em.

- Or Ricky the Gambler.

He's quick as a fox.

- Then there's Scalper Jack.

- Yeah, if we could just get all four of those guys.

- I want that quartet, that happy bunch of murderers.

I'll promise to pay $5000 to whoever

brings in the chink's head.

I mean, we each put in $1000.

(wood clattering)

(horse hooves clomping)

(door creaking)

(woman screams)

- Who are you?

- My name is Cristina.

I brought you this.

- Oh, my bag.

Where did you get it?

- My father gave it to me, the peon you helped.

He found it after they caught you.

- But, how did you find out that I was here?

- The Indians don't talk, but they see everything

and we're friends.

But, I didn't come just for this.

- What do you mean?

- One of the peons ran away from Spencer's ranch

and came back to our village.

He says they've hired four killers to track you down.

You've got to go away, far away.

These people are after you.

- Thanks for coming.

I think I will be leaving this place,

but not because I'm afraid.

- Come to us.

Up in the mountains no one will ever find you.

- Are you hungry?

- Uh huh.

- Hey, Cannibal, I bet,

I betcha never eat any Chinese meat.

- [Cannibal] Nah, but it must taste like codfish

with all that yella.

- But, you tell me after, eh?

Oh oh.

- Sure.

Anyway, how do you know the chink is in there?

- I may have only one eye, but it's a good one.

Let's make a little bet.

If he's in there, I'm taking that juicy young girl.

- Listen, you dirty old man, you stay right here

and don't move.

(spits)

- [Chin] How is your father?

- Oh, he's nearly well again, thanks to you.

- That massacre was horrible.

I didn't realize what was going on

until too late.

- They're funny, beautiful, but sometimes

they look like blades.

- And, yours are gentle and warm and kind.

(door clattering)

(Cannibal laughing)

- Usually I bust the door, but this was open already.

(laughs)

Hold it!

You see, folks, I got a friend outside.

He's really a boy at heart.

He'd like to have a couple of words with the senorita.

(Cristina screams)

Ah, but he's so timid, he sent me to get her (laughs).

(Cristina screams)

What's the best part of a Chinaman?

Best part to eat I mean (laughs evilly).

You tell me which it is so I won't waste time

looking for it (laughs evilly).

(board thuds) (dramatic music)

(Chin shouts)

(Cannibal grunts)

(Chin shouts) (kick thudding)

(Chin shouts)

(kick thudding)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

- Cristina, Cristina!

- There really was another man.

When I came out he ran away.

He'll warn the others.

We must get away from here.

- Don't be afraid.

They won't catch us.

(horse hooves clomping)

(gentle flute music)

(moving to gentle Western music)

You know I'd come to Mexico at the drop of a hat.

But, I thought of something.

As long as Spencer isn't sure that his men have killed me,

he won't dare start the slave trade again.

So, I must stay, but you can't stay with me.

It's too dangerous.

Cristina!

- Oh, I'm so tired I can't keep my eyes open.

- I saw a sign.

There's a town a few miles ahead.

We'll spend the night there and then tomorrow

I'll take you to the Mexican border, okay?

- I like the first part of the plan

better than the second.

(chuckles)

(gentle music)

(lighthearted Western music)

(horse whinnying)

- I got 'em.

- Thank you.

We'd like two rooms.

- [Clerk] I'm sorry, we're full up.

- Ah, big tourist trade around here, huh?

- Oh, I guess I was wrong.

There's one room only for the senorita.

- [Chin] That will do.

- And, you?

- [Chin] I'll sleep in the stables.

Good night.

(ominous music)

(rooster crowing) (horse hooves thudding)

(horse snorting)

(rooster crowing)

Good morning.

Is there any milk?

- Just one glass?

Yeah, yeah, I'll get it.

- Cristina.

Cristina.

(ominous music)

(fist pounding)

Cristina!

Cristina!

- [Boy] Five, six, seven, eight.

Who do we hate?

- You seen the man that runs this place?

- I've seen your girl.

What's it worth to you?

- Where'd she go?

- Cost you half a dollar.

That a-way.

- Listen, if you're lying to me--

- You don't scare me, mister.

I'm used to getting smacked.

Don't mean nothin'.

(tense music)

(Cristina screaming)

(ominous music)

(chicken clucking)

(rifle firing)

♪ Chin chin Chinaman ♪

♪ Sittin' on a picket fence ♪

♪ Trying to make me spend ♪

♪ 15 cents ♪

♪ Chin chin Chinaman ♪

♪ Sittin' on a picket fence ♪

All right, Mr. Chinaman, you may be dead

on that picket fence, but I'm gonna shoot

another 15 cents (chuckles).

(rifle clicks)

(Sam grunts)

(Chin shouts)

(tense music)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(kick thudding) (Sam shouts)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(kicks thudding) (men grunting)

(Chin grunting)

(kicks thudding) (Sam grunting)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(kick thudding) (Sam shouting)

(dramatic music)

(door clattering)

(Cristina gasps)

- Cristina!

(Cristina crying)

It's all over now.

That man is dead.

- It was one of the killers of Spencer's.

He says there's $5000 on your head.

- I didn't know I was worth so much.

(Cristina gasping)

You've got a raging fever.

- Take me away.

I'm afraid that man will come back.

I'm scared.

- [Chin] He can't come back.

You're safe here.

You are safe.

I'm going to get a doctor.

- No, no, no!

(shivering)

(dynamic Western music) (horse hooves clomping)

- [Chin] Can you tell me where I can find a doctor?

- [Man] We only got a horse doctor here,

but there's a sure enough sawbones

over in Winkville couple miles down the pike.

- [Chin] Thank you.

(horse hooves clomping)

(piano music) (customers chattering)

- Gimme a sip, honey.

- Sure.

Beat it.

- Ugh!

- Wanna go upstairs, blondie?

- I'd rather be dead.

- Five bucks, no more.

- [Woman] 20 or nothing.

- Then beat it, fat ass.

- To your health.

Well, sir I'm here to tell you

I'd be a rich man with only 1/10 of what you've got

in your pocket.

You know why?

- Tell me.

- I'm gonna tell you 'cause I like your face, stranger.

See, that dude playing the piano over there?

He's rolling in dough and he's got gambling fever.

The only thing he ain't got is luck.

- Seems like money burns holes in his pockets.

Last night they fleeced that poor sucker out

of $1000 and all he did was laugh.

- I wouldn't mind getting a little of that.

- Sounds like easy money.

- Arrange it, will ya?

- All right, I'll sound him out,

if you're willing to anty up for it.

- Let's see if we got a game first.

- [Woman] You wanna get laid, mister?

- My dear, you're a flatterer.

- He's all yours, Tricky.

But, start 'em off nice and easy.

- Leave it to me.

(barroom piano music)

- No, no, please, go ahead.

- These go on your account, Mr. T?

- Certainly.

All right, gentlemen, what do you say?

A little stud?

- Why not?

- [Men] Yeah.

(man chuckles)

- They're new, eh.

- [Man] Oh, don't worry about it.

(people chattering)

(hammer clanking)

- Excuse me, sir, where can I find a doctor?

- You need a real one or a vet?

- [Chin] It's for a very sick girl.

- [Bald Man] That's out of my line.

- Holy jumpin' Jehosaphat.

(barroom piano music)

According to everybody, you were a born loser.

- (chuckles) Seems incredible even to me.

First time in my life that I ever won.

I gambled away a fortune already.

Luck is like weather, always changing.

My losing streak's due back.

- Anty is 300 fellas.

- Uh, Mr. Tricky.

- Yeah?

- He's here, that chink that Spencer wants.

Looking for a doctor he says.

- Bring him around to Dr. Tricky.

I'll cure him or cure him up.

- Yeah, sure.

Homer, I want the place cleared and closed up.

- We're closing.

Everybody out.

Come on get a move on, gents.

- I'll open.

- [Homer] We're closing up.

- We're closing, friend.

Hadn't you heard? - We're closing up right now

not in five minutes from now. - What do you mean closing?

I got a right to get even.

- Oh, you'll have another chance.

A nice fellow like you is always welcome in a game.

- Cut that shit!

I want to get back what I lost!

Yes, sir.

- All right.

- Three jacks to beat.

(gun thudding) (groans)

- Dump him behind the bar.

(men grunting)

- A real Chinaman, gosh.

- [Boy] What's your name?

- Shanghai Joe.

- If you're the one that's looking for the doctor,

better hurry, he's in the saloon getting blind drunk.

And, after a couple more drinks

he's the one who's gonna need some doctoring.

- [Chin] Where's the saloon?

- Only in the next block.

Want me to point it out?

- [Chin] Very kind, thank you.

- We spent the whole night arguing,

but he refuses to believe

that a woman has just as much right to be satisfied

as a man does.

- [Women] I'll say.

(eerie music)

(man shouting)

(guns firing)

(man grunting)

(window shattering)

(Chin shouting)

(guns firing)

(furniture clattering)

(guns firing)

(Chin shouting)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(guns firing)

(piano clanging)

- What are we waiting for?

He ain't armed.

- Go on.

(gun firing)

(piano scraping)

(bartender screaming) (piano clanging)

(kicks thudding) (men grunting)

(bottle shattering)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(gun firing)

(ominous music)

(gun firing)

- Clever boy, Shanghai.

You wouldn't have held up that hand

if it was really yours.

Now, listen to me.

I've got a gun.

You've got seven lives like a cat.

We can make a deal.

- Go on, I am listening.

- Spencer will give me $5000 for your hide.

You disappear and I'll convince him you're dead and buried

and we'll divvy up.

That's a nice clean cut proposition, isn't it?

- [Chin] Could be except that you have a gun.

- Had, buddy, and now have not.

(gun clicking)

(gun thudding)

That's one.

That's the other.

(gun thudding)

And, so we're even.

Are you convinced?

(pistol clicking)

- Okay, come on out.

(ominous music)

- I heard what happened to those peons

and I admit I'm no saint, but I agree with you

that Spencer's gotta go.

- How'd you get that cut?

- Oh that (chuckles).

It's nothing.

A splinter of wood did it when that door was hit

by a ricocheted bullet.

Thanks for reminding me to take care of it (chuckles).

(Chin shouts)

(Tricky screaming)

(horse hooves clomping)

- My friend, I've made up my mind.

The West is not for me.

I'm going to China with you, son.

- But, I'm not going to China.

I like America.

- Oh sure, America's a great country,

but America's got some of the biggest bastards

God ever created and that's the God's truth.

- But what are you, Doctor?

- American, by God, American to my eyeballs.

♪ Oh beautiful for spacious skies ♪

♪ For amber waves of grain ♪

♪ For purple mountain's majesty ♪

♪ Above the fruited plain ♪

(humming)

Well, on your fever.

Cup of water, son.

Ah.

Open your mouth.

Drink it down like a good girl.

There we are.

Now, then, two of these every four hours.

And, when they're finished,

the fever will be too (chuckles).

Good night all.

- Wait, Doctor, what do I owe you?

- Oh, that's right, I'd almost forgot.

Well, you can pay me the next time, huh?

- Wait, wait, wait a minute, Doctor.

Accept this.

It is tea from back home.

- Tea, huh?

Does it mix with bourbon (chuckles).

Many thanks. - Thank you.

- Good night, Cristina.

Get well quick.

(laughs)

So long.

- You were gone a long time.

- Some friends in a saloon, they didn't want to let me go.

(horse hooves clomping)

♪ And amber waves of grain ♪

♪ For purple mountain's majesty ♪

♪ Across the fruited plain ♪

♪ America, Amer ♪

Whoa.

(man grunts)

(crickets chirping)

What do you want, Jack?

- Howdy, sawbones.

I'm glad I bumped into you.

- You are, why?

- 'Cause you're gonna tell me

where that Chinaman's got to.

- Tell you what?

I don't even know what Chinaman you're talking about.

What do you want?

- You know who I am?

- Yeah, I know, and I wish I didn't.

(grunts)

- Down, on the ground.

All right, Doc, where's that chink?

- I don't know and I wouldn't tell ya if I did.

(screams)

- Don't move or you'll really get hurt.

(doctor screaming)

- We pay good with good and evil with justice.

(tense music)

(door clattering)

(rifle clicking)

(somber music)

(rifle firing) (Chin grunting)

(rifle clicking)

(rifle firing)

(moving to dramatic music)

(rifle thudding)

(Cristina crying)

(Jack humming)

(grunts)

- Shh.

You're so pretty, pretty sweet.

Pretty, pretty.

(Cristina crying)

(Cristina screams)

Well, boy, what are you staring at?

- Ow!

- You know why I haven't killed you yet?

Because it's no fun scalping a dead man.

Hold still

or it'll be even more painful for you.

- No!

Oh!

No!

Oh (cries).

(metal clanking)

(dramatic music)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(Jack screams)

(dark music)

(Cristina cries)

- The Chinese was wounded in both legs.

A bird with broken wings.

He lost a lot of blood, gallons of blood.

Gallons of nice red blood.

Yes, I saw it all with my own eyes.

He was half gone already when our old friend Jack

started peeling that skull like it was an onion.

- He scalped him, then?

- Oh well I guess we all know the weakness

of our old friend Jack, eh?

He ain't really evil.

It's only he's got one little vice.

Like me being a great woman chaser (chuckles).

You see.

Only someone bald as me ain't in any peril

whatsoever hanging around with friend Jack.

- (laughs) By God, that's the best news

in a month of Sundays.

- Pirate, if you'd like a woman right this minute,

go find Ramona and tell her she's to do anything you want.

[Pirate] Oh, Mr. Spencer, you really mean it?

Ramona!

- This package came for you, senor.

- Who brought it?

- [Man] I don't know senor, it had been left at the gate.

- You may go.

- I'd go easy there.

It might even be a bomb, boom.

- (chuckles) No, it's a bit too light.

(both chuckling)

Bet old Jack sent us a little gift.

It's from Jack but it isn't any present.

- Ugh, disgusting.

- Ah.

(laughs)

- There's no doubt about it.

It's Jack's scalp.

- I bet you that Chinese is responsible.

- Gimme four of your best boys and I'll deliver

that chink to you on a platter.

- You're really a prize idiot.

This time I'll handle it in my own way.

This means each day the chink is on the loose,

I'll execute a peon.

I guarantee that the Mexicans themselves

will turn him in.

- Spencer, please we mustn't squander manpower.

I swear by all that's holy the chink is only human.

He knows ancient hand-to-hand tactics.

He must be fought with the same age-old weapons

and that requires us to find a man who will fight him

on equal terms.

Take my word for it, Spencer, there's no other solution.

(fire crackling)

- [Cristina] It will never heal until the bullets

can be removed.

- Would you bring me my sack please?

- But, it will hurt a lot.

You won't be able to stand it.

- There's a way to do such things called acupuncture

without hurting, a Chinese science

which is thousands of years old.

The needles are pushed deep into the flesh

to block the nerves.

And, that means that there is no pain.

(Cristina gasps)

Tao ointment, it halts infection.

Very precious.

(gentle music)

(romantic music)

- I found him.

This is the man who'll do the job.

- Name means nothing to me at all.

Why is he special?

- He'll tear the chink to pieces.

You won't need a coffin, just a dustpan.

- But, you promised to tell me what this sign represents.

- Yes, it's the sign of the fire lotus.

But, it's more than a symbol, it's a way of life.

An absolute control of body and the intellect

you may reach only after years and years

of strenuous training. (gentle flute music)

When I was still only a boy, I was sent to study

with the Venerable Yang.

For many long years, I was put through

the most terrible ordeals. (oriental music)

I learned how to bear hunger, thirst, pain.

My body became flexible as a reed and hard as steel.

Then the 10 young men who were promoted

were sent to a temple and I was one of them.

We spent three years there,

learning what was still to be learned,

the secrets of yoga, the age-old methods

of self-defense, jealously preserved by the masters

and passed on only to a select few.

Only two of us got through to the end.

- The pain your flesh now endures will forever remind you

of the oath that you have taken.

The law that governs your life will be repaid

good with good and evil with justice.

This law you will hold sacred.

These are the daggers and (speaking in a foreign language).

And, these are the dragon swords.

And, these contain eternal secret of the fire lotus.

You are the only ones to learn it in a hundred years.

No one knows your face and the sign of the lotus

is the only way you may recognize each other.

With your sacred weapons and with your knowledge

you are invincible.

But, should you use your gifts to commit

an act of injustice or tyranny or for gain,

the lotus will reek its vengeance wherever you may be.

- Here's $2000.

The rest you get afterwards.

It's one man's word for another.

I want Chin Hao's head.

(oriental music)

(gentle music) (horse hooves clomping)

- Look, my village, Chin Hao.

I was born there.

(lighthearted music)

(speaking in a foreign language)

Conchita. - Cristina how good

to see you.

- Chin Hao, this is a friend of mine, Conchita.

- Hola, come in.

- This is Conchita's brother.

(speaking in a foreign language)

(Chin chuckles)

- This is the first time since I've gotten to America

that anybody's called me sir.

(both laughing)

- Senor, there is a man waiting for you outside.

He is one of your race.

- [Chin] You mean he's Chinese?

- I don't know.

(tense music)

- What has he come here for?

- I don't know.

Don't come out.

Wait for me here.

I won't be long.

- [Mikuja] Chin Hao!

- Why are you here?

I have not betrayed the law.

- I, however, have betrayed it and still I live.

You still credit the fairy tales of the master.

I am here to kill you.

Yah!

(kicks thudding) (Chin grunting)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(kicks thudding)

(Chin shouting)

(kicks thudding)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(kicks thudding)

(punches thudding) (men grunting)

(knives whooshing)

(blades clanking)

(eerie music)

(Mikuja shouting)

(blades clanking)

(Chin shouting)

(blades clanking)

(Chin shouting)

(blades clanking) (men shouting)

(Chin shouting)

(kick thudding)

(kicks thudding) (men grunting)

(blades clanking) (men grunting)

(Mikuja shouting)

- Ha! (Mikuja shouting)

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(Mikuja groaning)

(gun firing)

(oriental music)

(tense music)

(gun clicking)

- Aim at the heart Mikuja, at the heart!

(gun firing)

(moving to dramatic music)

(Chin shouting)

(Mikuja screaming)

(gentle Western music)

Cristina, I'd give anything to stay here,

if only I could.

But, my life belongs to the victims of injustice,

to my people, to yours.

I can't hide.

Good bye.

(lively Western music)