All language subtitles for Kung.Fu.S03E13.The.Vanishing.Image.WEBRip.x264-ION10

No.

An old man. He sleeps.

Your tread must be light
and sure...

...as though your path
were upon rice paper.

It is said a Shaolin priest
can walk through walls.

Looked for, he cannot be seen.

Listened for,
he cannot be heard.

Touched, he cannot be felt.

This rice paper is the test.

Fragile as the wings
of the dragonfly...

...clinging as the cocoon
of the silkworm.

When you can walk its length
and leave no trace...

...you will have learned.

Hey!

Now, there's a
whole wide world out there.

Can't you boys find somewhere
else to do your larking?

Lilly and me got a long day
ahead of us.

Get on with you.
Clear out, please.

This boy, he is hungry.
He is looking for food.

There's a bean-hole in the fire.
He's welcome to help himself...

...long as he does it quiet.
Same goes for you.

I am looking only for
the photographer, Beaumont.

I'm Beaumont, alright.
But I'm sleeping till morning.

I don't wanna hear
anything now. Nothing.

Except the worms
working in the dirt.

I am called Matoska.

I am Caine.

How did you steal my knife
from my hand?

We sit together.

We are friends.

You are the old one's protector?

That is not why I am here.

Caine.

Knife man.

The next time we fight,
it will not be so easy.

I know you now.

Beaumont: Another minute,
and the light'll be perfect.

You see, each morning
is special, beautiful.

Then gone forever.

But you will keep it
from being lost.

Oh, I wish I could.

No. No, there's no way to hang
on to it the way it really is.

If you're lucky
you get some of it, though.

A hint. Trace.

Have we a good collection
this month, Li Yu?

A fine one, Master Po.

Already I have found two pieces
of rare beauty.

-I am most grateful.
-We are grateful to you...

...for rewarding
our carelessness.

Will you walk with me,
grasshopper?

Yes, master.

Master...

...the man to whom you spoke,
Li Yu...

...is he a confused one?

What is your view?

He is a beggar, like the rest.

I can see he is
greatly in need of food...

...but he does not eat.

He seeks to satisfy
a stronger hunger.

He values what is worthless.

To you, to me, perhaps.
Not worthless to him.

Bits and pieces that cannot
be put back together?

Not to understand
a man's purpose...

...does not
make him confused....

Hundred-and-three, 104, 105.

There.

How'd you find me here?

A man named Hobbs
in Dagget told me

you were working
in these mountains.

Hmm. Yes, I have
a cabin at Elk Flats.

It's my base camp.
That's a ways from here.

I have been looking for you
for several days.

Well, it must be
mighty important...

...whatever it is
you want to see me about.

These men...

...someone told me
one of them is my brother.

Can you tell me which one?

You're asking me
to point out your brother?

He has always been here.

And I was brought up in China.

Caine: We have never met.

Oh.

Well, it's my work, alright.

Must be six, seven years back.

I stopped making sepia prints
about that time.

Do you remember these men?

You remember five trees
in the forest?

When there was still silver
in the hills around Dagget...

...there were hundreds
of these boys...

...pouring into town,
spending their dollars.

Sooner or later, they get around
to sitting for a picture.

Just faces to me. Strangers.

Beaumont: Shame you
went to so much trouble.

Mr. Hobbs said you kept a log.

Yeah, come to think of it,
I did.

You would write down
the names of these men?

Beaumont: Always.

Then what I wish to know
is in the log.

Maybe.
I certainly hope so...

...because you've got hills
to climb before you see it.

It's in my cabin. Tucked away.

Oh, I do not mind the hills.

Oh.

How I'd like
to be able to say that.

You are tired.

Good a word as any, I guess.

Keep always
his hated image before you.

Relentless as the ebb and flow
of the ocean.

Unyielding as the granite
mountains.

Eternal as the night itself.

So we pronounce
our undying enmity...

...to the Shaolin priest
Kwai Chang Caine.

Our pursuit must be endless...

...through the trackless waste
of forests and streams...

...of rivers and deserts...

...through village
and city streets...

...with whatever
weapons we must...

...to bring death
to the priest...

...from the Order
of the Avenging Dragon.

Could you do that?

I could not.

It is the grandfather
of all fish.

An omen.

Look. Look on him.

I didn't think they ran
that big around here.

Never has there been
a fish so great.

Should be remembered.

I'll use
my daguerreotype camera.

It'll hold better than paper,
and you'll have

something to show your people.

No!

Catch my spirit in your box.

You think me a fool.

I'd kill before I let any man
take my spirit.

Oh, look here, my boy.
You've caught

yourself one fine, special fish.

The trouble is,
nobody'll believe you.

But they'll believe
my daguerreotype.

You do not trick me
into letting you have my spirit.

Your box can take
a picture of this fish...

...but not its spirit
freed by death.

Matoska: I will not be tricked
into your spirit box.

I will hold your fish.

No.

This box, it takes the spirit
of those that are not like him.

Matoska: I know
of these things, my friend.

Perhaps your picture
should be of the fish alone.

So be it.

Beaumont: Perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

Now, in just
a couple of minutes...

...we will have this fine fish
really caught.

Caught for all time.

-I have never seen this done.
-There's no secret.

It's old-fashioned now that
we have the wet-plate process...

...but it still makes
a nice, durable picture.

It's on metal, you see.

What is it that
you put in the plate?

Oh, that's quicksilver, mercury,
whatever you wish to call it.

Beaumont: The fumes
bring the picture up.

The heat makes
more fumes, faster.

How long have you
been doing that?

Oh, since I started.
Close to 30 years, I guess.

Old man, eat.
He will give you his strength.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I have no appetite.

Eat, my brother.
You will be the greater for it.

I cannot.

That old man, the grey shadow
follows where he goes.

It is true.

Do not go near the tray.

-Why?
-It is poison.

The vapor breathed into the body

destroys the marrow
of the bones.

-His work is evil.
-He thinks it good.

I forgive him
because he does not understand.

I think I will go.

Come, we will go together.

No. I must go with him
to his cabin in Elk Flat.

He has something I need.

He will not see his cabin again.

And you...

...you will not get
what you want.

-Which way you headed, son?
-To my village.

Then you'll be
passing through Dagget.

Yes.

Now, you know my studio,
across from the rooming house?

I'd like to pay you to drop
these off with Mr. Hobbs.

You have been fair to me.

-You need not pay.
-Oh, thank you. Thank you.

They're glass.
You'll have to be careful.

The glass will not break.

We will meet again.

-I hope so.
-You...

...knife man.

Why are you following me?

What do you want?

Ah, you are from the temple.

Have you nothing better to do?

I was instructed to follow you.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Come now. You can think
of a better story than that.

It is the truth, Li Yu.

I am doing
what Master Po told me to do.

So wise a man
said to follow me? Why?

He said you could teach me
a great knowledge.

But I cannot read or write.

What can I teach anyone?

Master Po said you have found
both great wisdom...

...and great happiness...

...and if I observed you,
I might learn what they are.

Li Yu: Such a fine joke
Master Po has played on you.

Sending you to tramp
on the dusty road...

...after an old man who does
the only thing he can do.

He lives every day
from its start to its end...

...and hopes there may be
another to follow.

There must be more.

Nothing more, my son.

But if you choose to think
there may be...

...you are welcome to follow.

I don't expect you
to understand me, friend.

I'm not sure
I understand myself.

-Maybe I'm crazy, huh?
-I do not think so.

Most everybody does.
Even my partner, Hobbs, he....

He can see making portraits
in the studio.

That's a nice, easy living.

But tramping these hills
and getting what's here...

...he thinks my mind
has deserted me.

Do you do this all the time?

Oh, from the first thaw
until it freezes up again.

Never did spend much time in the
studio, even in the old days.

You must have a great
many pictures of the land.

Oh, more than I can count.

And before I'm through,
I'm looking to get that many

more again.

There's so much of this country
left to do.

I want to get all of it.

Beaumont: All.

How can you?

Oh, I don't know, friend.

I guess I'll just have
to start moving faster...

...and forget about being tired.

Keep, then,
the patient vision...

...through the heat of day,
the cold of night...

...unsleeping, unresting,
unyielding...

...true to the blood oath
you have sworn.

Then, though his
chosen sanctuary...

...may be deep in the forests
of the night...

...far from
the haunts of men...

...there will come one
different...

...from all the others...

...who, out of his own needs,
will lead us to him.

Yes?

-You are Mr. Hobbs?
-That's right.

The old man in the mountain,
Beaumont, asked me to give this.

-Oh, how is the old man?
-He is not well.

I don't suppose he said anything
about coming back into town.

No, he goes to his cabin
in Elk Flat.

None of the glass is broken.
Tell Beaumont when you see him.

Yeah, certainly.

How much do they pay you
to do this to them?

More than you have.

I know him.
He is my brother, Caine.

I believe that was his name.

You're a dead man. He must
kill you when he sees that.

You have left him hollow,
without spirit.

That's ignorant nonsense.

Caine would not let his spirit
be taken. You've tricked him!

Nothing of the sort.
He wanted to find Beaumont.

Told him where to look
in exchange for a sitting.

You've left him hollow.
You've struck to his heart.

He will be in torment.

You're talking foolishness, boy.

I'll wager that you've
had your picture taken...

-...and didn't even know it.
-Never.

I'll bet the old man
got your picture

when you weren't looking.

Think. Didn't he once
point this at you?

Perhaps we should rest
for a while.

This trail is getting steeper
all the time.

I can remember when I thought
it was the next thing to level.

We'll rest ahead,
up in the shade.

Ah, the air is special up here.

I always feel the better for it.

What I should do,
I guess, is strike

the cabin at Elk Flats
and move it up here.

With so much beauty
to look on...

...it would be
a good place for a cabin.

Maybe I'll get around
to it one day.

You're anxious about
your brother, aren't you?

I am.

Just to know which face is his
would give me much pleasure.

For so long he has been
only a name, a feeling.

To know the look of him
would bring him much closer.

Now, that's the thing
about a picture.

Whatever it is,
brother, wife, country...

...something you care about,
like you said...

...brings you closer.

Have you a wife?

Uh, no. No, never.

When a man takes a woman, he has
to stay with her, be close by.

It's only fair.

I knew I could never do that.

Yes, you cared only to roam
the land, take your pictures.

Always. From the first moment
I picked up a camera.

You are the only helper
I've ever had.

How long have you been
here with me now?

I cannot remember.

You are not paid.
The work is hard.

Why do you continue?

I have not yet learned what
Master Po wishes me to learn.

Ah, that Master Po.

To play such a cruel game
on a good boy.

Hey...

...go swim in the river.
I will not tell.

I am here to learn.

Will it ever be done?

You do not know?

I grow old. Every day, weariness
takes a little more of me.

Will you finish my work?

Will you, grasshopper?

If needed, would you
finish Li Yu's work?

I hesitate, master.

For it is Li Yu's work,
and only he knows its purpose.

Ah, then you no longer
think him confused?

No, master.

I now see the great clarity
that instructs his effort.

Clarity? When he treasures
what is worthless?

Each piece of porcelain finds
a new value in Li Yu's work.

You have begun to learn.

But this isn't the great
knowledge of which you spoke.

Take heart from
the accomplishment of Li Yu.

The work of many years.

One small piece...

...now another...

...and another...

...and another.

It's all out there waiting,
and I can't get to it.

Just can't seem
to move fast enough.

Hell, I'm too soft on myself.
That's the trouble.

As the years gather...

...it is natural
for a man to slow his pace.

Well, I grant you that, friend,
but I'm nowhere near that point.

Well, at least I shouldn't be.

I'm still
on the sunrise side of 50.

How old did you think I was?

I did not know.

Your eyes had a notion.

What was that?

The wind?

No.

Sounded like footsteps
creeping in.

There is no one here.

I was certain there was.
I felt it. I know it.

You are chilled again.

Better get back on the trail.

Look.

Beaumont: The sacred valley
of the Sioux.

Hardly anyone
ever comes this way.

Caine: It's truly beautiful.

And worth every step
of the climb.

Don't lose heart, friend.
I am not leading you in circles.

I did not think you were.

My cabin lies right through that
cut, just a couple of miles.

Down there,
on the floor of the valley...

...does that look
like fog down there?

Yes, there is fog.

Then maybe we'll get to see her.

The daughter of the mist.
Come on.

Let the omen of this great fish
be fulfilled.

Let my spirit live again.

The dark stench
of our dishonor...

...can only be erased
by the blood of the priest.

He must stand
to meet us in ritual combat...

...until the moment
of his death.

Caine!

Lead the old spirit-stealer
to his cabin, my brother.

I will be there waiting.

Hurry, hurry.
There's no time to waste.

Do you think she will come?

Oh, she's got to.

I've seen her only twice
in all these years.

-And then just for a twinkling.
-You could not catch her?

No. No.

She'd be gone before
I could get my lens cap off.

Beaumont: Look, look.
She's there.

Caine: She lives.

She will, in my picture.

Just a couple of minutes.
I'll be alright.

Oh, what happened, friend?
Did I fall asleep?

Yes.

That's just as well.
I feel better now.

-Did you pack my things?
-Yes.

-Everything?
-Yes.

Thank you very much.

Well, we should
get to the cabin before dark.

You go on. I must stay a while.

I am called upon to make
an observance to the past.

I understand.

This valley has a way of making
a man think of his soul.

You do what you must do, friend.
And then you come along.

Come, Lilly.

Come on.

Perhaps you can find your log.

Oh, I haven't forgotten.

You were clever to find me.

In Dagget, I learned
you were with the old man...

...the maker of likenesses.

My picture in the window.

I waited.

An Indian boy came
and left with your picture.

-Where is the boy now?
-He went on.

It may be a man will die
needlessly.

You must allow me to prevent it.

You cannot avoid my challenge.

I will meet you in combat,
but let it be later.

It shall be now.

I plead with you.

Beg for your own life.

Ah!

Matoska!

Hiya!

I am weak.

You have destroyed me.

No, Matoska.

My spirit is taken.

How? When?

He took it as I caught
the great fish.

Is that not so?

Matoska:
Old man, speak the truth.

Yes. I made a picture.

You see?

Then he will
return your spirit to you.

Caine: I will see to it.

Trust me, my brother.

What was that name again,
friend?

Daniel Caine.

Oh, yes,
that's it, Daniel Caine.

Brother, my spirit,
you promised.

I have not forgotten.

Here.

Here's the name.

"Seated from left to right,
Danny Caine."

I am most grateful.

Must it all be lost?

Traces...

...just traces...

...but so beautiful.

-The grey shadow comes.
-Even now.

Let him deal with his own death.
He has earned it.

You have said farewell?

As best I could.

Death has had no victory,
grasshopper.

But Li Yu is gone.

Is he not still here?

Labor upon labor, piece
by piece, beauty upon beauty.

Is it but a monument?

Or is it the man himself?

My spirit...

...it does not return
as you said.

It will now.

It is time.

What are the gods
that you worship?

Fire, water...

...the sun...

...the wind.

It is they who must
return your spirit to you.

It goes.

It goes.

The sun,
it is releasing his part.

It is as I said.

Now the fire
will release his part.

And the wind,
it releases his part.

I feel my spirit.

-It has returned.
-I am happy, my brother.

I am happy.

Caine, do you believe?

Who is to say it is not so?

Then do you not wish also
to save yourself?

I found this in Dagget.

Our spirits live.

It is good, my brother.

Yes. It is good.