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As quickly as you can, snatch the pebble from my hand.

from my hand it will be time for you to leave

I ain't allowed to give that information.

The man who wrote it is my brother.

My half-brother.

This letter's more than six years old.

Yes.

Mister, any of them drifters that hang around this town more than six months,

they're doing good.

They're trying the next town.

Please come with me.

I am Cain.

I am Lemuel.

Hey, mister.

Anything else you want?

These boxes.

I am acquainted with a man named Lin Wu.

Perhaps this is the same man.

Could you tell me... You've got everything you're going to get.

What'd you say?

He has had enough.

All right, boys.

Take it slow.

Back it up.

Gently. Did you hear him?

Heard it, memorized it, and filed it away.

That bottle looks empty.

Come on, I'm gonna buy a drink.

You risk your own safety in helping me.

We are grateful.

What I did was little enough.

It is I who am grateful for your hospitality.

We don't often have the honor with strangers in this town.

I am merely passing through.

But it has come to my attention that a countryman of mine may be living here.

Perhaps you could help me to find him.

Oh, if it lies in our power.

His name is Lin Wu.

We are very thoughtless.

Our guest has journeyed far and is doubtless fatigued.

I don't know you.

I am Kane.

Business here?

I am passing through.

Post office?

Livery stable?

Saloon? Well, ma'am, passing through. You've been asking a lot of questions.

Only one.

Where is my friend Lin Wu?

How do you know he's here?

I saw boxes addressed to him at the post office.

Ah.

Well, he might have left.

Perhaps.

Suppose you find him gone.

Well, he's west side of town, but a mile out, he's next to the pond.

Satisfy yourself and take some advice.

Forget about him.

Then go on your way

Dundee. Sheriff?

I'd like to talk to you about your boy.

Oh, well, come on in. Talk.

You heard about the firecracker stunt?

No.

Well, a bunch of kids were hazing Osung.

Osung?

One of the nicest gentlemen in the world.

Is he all right?

He's alive.

Is Greg involved?

Well, you might say he stopped it.

Oh, glad to hear it.

Dundee, if it happens again, I'm going to charge him.

Well, maybe you should be talking to some of those other boys.

Yeah, maybe.

But we both know who's top dog in that outfit, don't we?

Well, it won't happen again. Soong's too smart.

You stay away.

I'm talking about them staying away from him.

Or anybody else.

Well, I'll talk to Greg.

Or old Soong.

Wouldn't want an only easier man to get along with.

Now, if all Chinaman was like him, I wouldn't mind if the town was full of

him.

You know how much he gave me for the church fund?

Going all along, you never see the inside.

Well, I'm here. You know Lin Wu?

That the Chinaman lives out at the edge of town?

Yeah. You happen to know where he is?

Who knows what makes a Chinaman come and go? They don't think the way the rest of

us do.

Talking about one particular man.

So am I.

Bye.

Thank you.

What are you doing here, John?

My name is Kane.

Sure, John.

Who asked you here?

I'm looking for a friend.

We all are, John.

But you won't find one here.

You know you're breaking the law?

Trespass.

What is trespass?

That stick in your nose where it doesn't belong. That's a lot of stupid

questions. Randy.

I meant no offense.

Of course not.

Now you've got two, three good hours of daylight left.

Give you plenty of time to collect your things.

All right?

I seek no trouble.

Get a good start before dark.

Understand?

I hear what you say.

Sure you do, John.

Disciple King, Disciple Lin Wu, you are both excellent young men.

Your masters are well pleased.

You have both learned so well that it is hard to choose between you. However, a

choice must be made. It is a Shaolin way that only one may step upward into the

mysteries of the order at this time.

It lies between you two.

May I speak, honorable sir?

Let it be Disciple King, for I know him to be my superior.

That is for the masters to decide.

A contest has been arranged between you, in which you are enjoined to strive your

utmost.

May I speak, honorable sir?

Let it be Disciple Lin Wu, for I do not wish to contend against him.

Your friendship and your compassion, do you both honor?

But the ancient ways carry purpose and may not be forborne.

The contest will take place tomorrow.

Paul?

Yes, son, come in.

You look nice. You going over to see the McKenzie girl?

Yeah.

He could do worse.

Yeah.

Pa, I, uh... Yes?

Are you in trouble, son?

I don't know, Pa.

Tell me about it.

Well, the other night, me and some of the boys, we...

We were just out for a little fun, Pa.

At the Chinaman Lin Wu?

Who was there?

Just some of the boys.

Well, you know how I feel about this kind of thing.

Easiest thing in the world for it to get out of hand.

That's why I never wear a gun.

I didn't have a gun, Paul.

Well, it's just as well.

The sheriff's been asking questions.

It didn't seem to be anything too serious.

Could be a whole lot worse.

I just hope it teaches you something.

A man's lucky if he can learn a lesson without doing too much harm.

You know, I suppose the sheriff... Oh, let him think what he likes.

He doesn't know anything.

Hello?

Miss Libby McKenzie?

Yes. I am a friend of Lin Wu.

Oh, come in.

Do you know where he is?

That is the question I came to ask you.

It was empty.

He was supposed to have come here last night.

May I ask why?

You have pain?

Headaches.

You consulted him as a physician?

Oh, yes, a lot of us do.

He's helped me.

No one else ever did before.

When was the last time you saw him?

Two nights ago.

Here, in this house?

Yes.

And he has sent you no word?

None.

Should I leave? No.

Hello, Greg.

Um, this is... Arcane.

I'm surprised to find you here.

Yet I am here.

On what business?

The same.

Looking for a friend.

Well, you won't find one here either.

Greg. You keep looking in all the wrong places.

Is there any way I may help you?

Why would you help me?

You have been of service to my father.

And you are an obedient son.

Suppose your obedience itself were an injury to your father.

What has happened may happen again.

Tell me of Lin Wu.

You are a man.

You must be angry.

To hide such a feeling is to increase its force a thousand times.

It is forbidden to talk of Lin Wu.

But you already have.

for safekeeping.

His own safety.

In the morning, I'll... I'll get him as far out of town as I can.

If he's smart, he'll keep moving. If he's lucky, he'll make it.

You cannot keep him.

Hmm? Why?

He is a priest of the Shaolin Temple.

Yeah? So?

A Shaolin priest can walk through walls.

It is said that... Listen for.

He cannot be heard.

Look for.

He cannot be seen.

Felt.

He cannot be touched.

Bernie will take you home.

Stay there.

Nobody's gonna get hurt, Paul.

Nobody?

The Chinaman who broke out of jail, we figured he'd be going to Soong's house

to ask some questions.

He had his chance, Paul.

If you have to use it, don't miss.

See anything yet?

No.

Elvis, take two or three of the boys. Karan, cover the back.

I'm

sure

Alan Priest can walk through walls.

Do you wish me to go? I wish you never had come.

You can't help Lin Wu.

Is Lin Wu then dead?

Why won't you answer me?

A man cannot live his whole life in fear.

What have you to fear?

You're a Shaolin priest.

And if I had your strength? You have.

Only look for it.

It has long been my dream to enter the Shaolin Temple as a student.

Tell me of Lin Wu.

Why must you pursue this?

Why not let the dead rest?

Then he is dead.

Yes.

The contest will continue until one of you touches the floor.

He who remains on the platform prevails.

You are both enjoined by your vows to do your utmost.

Tell me how he died.

Like so many of his countrymen.

At the hands of white men.

Why?

Why was my father tormented?

Ask them.

Where's the body hidden?

Near his house, there's a large area of swampland.

A body put there may be lost forever.

Unless one knows where to look.

It is hopeless to search.

Someone knows.

The men who put him there.

It is they who will lead us to Lin Wu.

Is he here?

Please.

He's a young and foolish boy.

Forgive him.

What did he say?

Come on!

He told him of the Swampland.

Right over there There's nothing there look I heard it you heard a splash it

could have been anything It's cold

We'll be shooting each other next there's somebody with him

Who

else is there

Lauren, Harlow, a few of the others.

Get them.

You know what you've done?

All he had to do was follow you. Let him right to the spot.

Now you've got no choice.

You all here?

Yeah.

We're going into the swamps and form a skirmish line five feet apart.

See anybody else?

Shoot.

This is a lawful order.

Come out here on the bank.

I guarantee I'll see any man in jail who disobeys this order.

Now!

Good little frog hunting, Sheriff.

Any law against that?

Mr. Dundee, I could charge every man here with murder.

Murder of who, Sheriff?

has been beaten to death.

I'll have the names of every man here on warrants for murder.

A little premature, Sheriff. Don't you need an indictment first?

I'm calling for an inquest for tomorrow morning.

An inquest means witnesses.

People are willing to go on the stand to testify, raking up a lot of muck.

Do you know about any good?

For what?

You're over your head, Sheriff.

You know how the people in this town feel.

Nothing like an outsider stirring up trouble to bring us together.

Well, you have your inquest, Sheriff. You'll find we all feel the same

about... about this.

Have you learned nothing?

You are new to this country.

You must understand no jury will indict the white man for what has been done to

one of our people.

Yet you must appear.

Tell me why.

If you stay away, it will be an acceptance of things as they are.

If you appear at the inquest, your very presence will be a demand for justice.

The presence of your son...

Your wife and your daughter will be worth even more.

You asked me to subject my family to shame, to hurt.

For what reason? How can they find safety in a fortress whose walls will

burn, whose windows will not stop a bullet, whose doors will yield to anyone

with the strength to force them?

How can you hide when the more you remain unseen, the more they will feel

free to seek you out?

May I speak, Father?

It is my duty to obey.

I respect and revere my father, but I have never been prouder to be his son

than last night, when he risked my safety, and the safety of my mother and

my sister, in accordance with the wishes of the priest.

Who else was with you that night?

Well, it's hard to say.

A lot of people coming and going, you know how it is.

I remember Pop Fuller, he dropped by for a drink.

Was Elvis Cooper with you?

Or Greg Dundee? I just don't remember.

Did you go out to Lin Wu's house that night?

Yeah, I think I was out there.

Did you see Lin Wu?

Well, that's pretty hard to say.

They all look alike to me.

All right, you can step down.

Greg Dundee, come to the stand, please.

Raise your right hand.

You swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

So help you God.

I do.

Can I ask you a few questions, Bert?

Yeah.

Are you acquainted with Libby McKenzie?

Yes, I know her.

Do you have an understanding with her?

More than one.

Are you engaged to her?

Yes, I guess you might say we're engaged.

Did you know that she was being treated by Lin Wu?

Treated? For medical complaints.

You saying there was something wrong with her?

She was being treated by a doctor.

She had headaches. Is that so bad?

Bad enough to call in a doctor for treatment.

She was worried about him.

Scared she'd end up like a mother who... Who died in an asylum after suffering

from headaches.

Greg, did you know that she was treated the night he died?

You were outside the house that night when he came out. You and Randy and

Elvis, a couple of others.

All right.

Did you go in to see Livvy after he left?

No.

Weren't you curious to see how she was, whether the treatment helped?

Hmm?

Greg?

Or was it that you didn't want to see her?

You couldn't stand the idea that he might have touched her vagina

when putting his hands on her?

Body.

Dirty yellow.

Chinaman hands on a white woman.

You followed him home, all of you.

You took him out.

Teach him a lesson. Beat him a little bit, so he'd keep his hands off white

women. Lousy yellow.

And by the time you finished the lesson, he was dead.

So you buried him.

And it was over.

No great loss to Chinaman.

Being as dirty yellow, Hansel, I... He never touched me.

He was gentle.

So respectful.

He gave me medicines. He was the only one who ever helped me.

He worked as a doctor.

Some of the rest of you went to him for help.

You, Edith?

Me?

He treated your wife, Alex?

That's right.

Uh-huh.

If any of you can think of anything he did that maybe

we should know about, stand up, tell us.

These boys, they're good boys, all of them.

High spirits, maybe, tomfoolery.

They never meant any harm to anyone.

Just scared the Chinaman a little.

Well, they're kids.

They're kids.

They got scared.

They buried the body.

An accident.

They had no reason to hurt him.

Two nights.

Two nights after they beat a man to death the same, the kids

walked into the sewing store looking for someone else, another lesson.

Of course, they ran into a different problem there.

You think I can't take him?

One finger on my left hand.

What is he? He's another slant-eye.

Look, what are we talking about here anyway? What is all this fuss about

killing a Chinaman?

I mean, who needs a reason? I enjoyed it.

I mean, it ain't as if we was talking about a man.

May I speak?

You tell a man he is something less than a man and say it often enough, and even

he will believe it.

The price he pays is easy to see.

The price you pay is hidden, but it is just as deep.

It has been called to question whether the death of Lin Wu was the death of a

man.

This letter I found on his body

is addressed to Miss McKenzie.

Honored Miss, I ask you to excuse grievous faults and errors in me, for to

understand this new language, this new land, occupies my time with great

effort.

Please be assured that... What happened to your revered mother is of her world

and not yours.

Do not clutch at pain, and pain will pass, for I have touched the roots of

your suffering, and they will wither.

In my country, we say there is a time for each to die.

It is not the death that is so drear, but the fear of death.

Fear is the darkness.

And I wish you to know, gentle lady, that I am not afraid.

At the end, what remains is not riches, not structures of stone,

but remembrances of those few people we have joined spirits with.

Honored lady, I bid you.

The letter ends.

The purpose of this inquest is to judge whether there are reasonable grounds to

bring a charge of murder in the death of Lin Wu.

I ask that this jury move an indictment of murder

against Greg Dundee, Randy Buckmill, Elvis Cooper, others...

To be named later.

So moved?

Yay.

Yay.

Yay.

Yay.

Yay. Yay.

It is so...

May his troubled spirit at last find rest.

And you?

Mine will be at peace.

This journey to the Shaolin Temple is one I had long wished to make.

Students soon.

Ready to roll.

I will miss you, my father.

And you, old man, are your spirits heavy?

Like to perhaps at this moment than they have ever been or will be again.

The father learns from the son.

But the father learns.

It is perhaps enough.