All language subtitles for E24 The Caravan

The answer is no.

But, sahib, that was
your answer last week.

And next week, too.

You still choose to ignore
the fact that my rajah,

Kasimundra of Kwarlal,
once saved your life?

The rajah once refrained
from executing me.

But you accepted his gift...

the tooth of the killer whale.

It's true.

And the acceptance
in some areas implies

that I must grant the donor
any wish he desires...

not excluding matricide.

You still choose
to ignore the custom?

Fervidly.
And here is your tooth back.

Then your heart is cold
and your ears deaf to the tears

of a poor, lonely pilgrim
in a far-off land.

My friend,
as I have explained to you,

it would take a good deal more
than the tooth of a whale...

any kind of a whale...
to get me to guide a person

150 miles across desert country.

I have received permission
to offer you more.

Is it enough?

Enough to cool a magnum
or two of champagne.

Will you be making
the journey with us?

If you are to be our guide
and protector.

Protector?

I should think Koro
would be about the right size

to handle that kind of freight.

My religion does not countenance
violence or killing.

Where is that, uh, settlement
you're headed for?

Makasi.

I will show you the way.

My friend,

you have already
shown me the way.

This is native wine.

It's always served
at room temperature.

110 degrees?

The rajah Kasimundra.

The rajah is dead.

Dead?

As well as most
of the royal family.

That is why we came to America.

Oh?

They were murdered by Thuggees,

fanatics who have taken over
our homeland.

To drive them out, the Royalists
need a person of high rank

about whom the people can rally.

And that person must be
kept alive.

Yes.

Even if it means secreting her

in the remoteness
of a strange land.

In her tent, resting,

the sole survivor
of the Kasimundras...

Skiri.

We are here.

Here is Makasi,
a settlement established

by our loyal countrymen.

Well, you pinpointed
this camp easily enough.

Finding a whole city should be
very simple for you.

Yes, but the revolutionists
may attempt the life

of the rani,
even in this country.

And you don't approve
of violence,

but you don't object
to my using it

where your necks are concerned.

I do not think
there is danger...

but I welcome your company.

Thank you.

There are about 12 miles
of daylight left,

and I think
we'd better get started.

We can't disturb Her Highness.

Oh?

Well, I can.

Who is this lout?

Young lady,
you get your things together.

We're leaving.

Hear this, boy.

We travel on my command.

Young lady, if you were capable
of making decisions

and judgments,
they would not be paying me.

Now you get
your things together.

We're leaving.

Koro?

Take this
impudent clod outside...

and execute him.

Is it your desire
to see me hurt, Mr. Paladin?

Well, I certainly don't want
anybody executing me

without feeling
some small twinge.

I merely removed you
from the tent.

You know my faith.

Well, it's just that I don't
really have any faith

in your faith.

What do you know of faith,
Mr. Paladin?

Well, I'm impressed.

How much water do we have?

Koro, you may put away
the tents.

Tell the bearer
to choose smooth terrain.

I do not like to be jostled.

As I was saying, Koro,
how much water do we have?

Four barrels.

Three barrels.

There are three barrels
of water.

While I was waiting,
I used one...

to take a bath.

I want to tell you
about an old American custom.

Two wagons... one, two...
comprise a wagon train.

A wagon train is run
by maritime law.

I am the guide, the captain.

If you interfere with one of
my whims or fancies or orders,

that interference
constitutes mutiny,

and I can have you imprisoned

or put on bread and water.

There are no yardarms out here
and precious few trees.

But if I so desire,

I can send a wagon tongue on in,
run a rope over the top,

around your neck,
and run you up, is that clear?

And from now on,
you sleep in the wagon!

Well, don't just stand there,
start loading your gear!

Whoa.

You know, I can usually tell
a wine by the year,

but this one has me baffled.

You do not like it?

Well, a man always
enjoys being baffled...

temporarily.

In my land,
we learn that very young.

My country has many things
to learn about customs.

What customs?

Well, such as... courtesy.

I do not act out of courtesy.

Few women do.

A woman likes a man
when he does something

she would like to do
but is not brave.

Well, who has done
this extraordinary, brave thing?

You defied the rani.

The rani?

I should have spanked the rani.

And if I, uh... defied you?

Now, why would
you want to do that?

Two days, 50 miles...

- this is good traveling.
- It's fair.

However, we are not traveling
alone... a person is following.

Koro, have you seen a person?

Too far away for only the eye.

Well, what did the person
look like?

He moved quickly, but...

his skin was dark, like mine.

And his face was as fierce
as the hawk's.

He have a saddle on the horse?

I think not.

Well, then he's probably
not a Thuggee.

Your people have used saddles
since the third century.

Still, he is following us.

He's probably a renegade
Apache... they'll follow a wagon

for miles, just waiting
for something to fall off.

You are not sure.

Well, I might be sure if you'd
let me have the telescope.

Mr. Paladin...

may I speak with you privately?

Your Highness.

Mr. Paladin,

there is very little chance that
I shall complete this journey...

alive.

You must take these.

If I am killed, hide them
so they can never be found.

As long as my death cannot
be proved,

I will live
in my subjects' minds

and therefore...
fulfill my purpose.

Well, you could just
take these things out

and bury them in the sand.

No.

If I should live,

I will need them
to identify myself.

Paladin!

Well, that's fine.

In this place, now,
without any water!

It is your job
to prevent such things.

You said you might not
survive this trip;

well, it might
just work out that way.

Koro...

how much does one of these
barrels weigh full of water?

50 viss.

180 pounds. Now, who among us
can lift 180 pounds

from this wagon
down to the ground?

You and I.

Or the man who is following us.

Koro, nobody has seen
the man following us but you!

That narrows the choice, indeed.

I wonder...

Now, if these were open

and the water was allowed
to drain out...

...well, then anybody here

could've lifted the barrels
down to the ground.

If they were empty,
why put them on the ground?

To let the last inch
of water drain out.

How far are we from water?

Three days, in any direction.

There are still
14 bottles of wine.

Well, what about the horses?

They've got to pull us
out of here.

When they can pull
no farther, we walk.

Koro...

in this heat,
over sand and rocks,

you could walk about 15 miles,

and with a great deal of luck,

you might crawl
three more miles.

Koro...

Yes, Paladin?

May I have the key
to the wine chest?

The keys are hidden.

You are a violent man,
Mr. Paladin.

Still, it would be impossible
to make me tell where.

14 bottles could be enough,
if we don't have to walk.

We could share it
with the horses.

Animals get sick on alcohol.

This wine contains no alcohol.

Intoxicants are
against our belief.

I remember something else
about your belief.

In order to achieve
Nirvana, Paradise,

you must anoint yourself daily

with water
from the Ganges River.

And also be cremated and have
our ashes cast into the Ganges.

Or you may be
reincarnated nine times.

That is so.

And we may come back
as a tiger...

a snake...

or even as an ant.

Koro, where is the water
from the Ganges River?

That water may be used
for holy purposes only.

Life is holy, Koro.

Mr. Paladin...

would you condemn yourself
to purgatory?

Three days out here
without water is purgatory.

If you die here,

your ashes'll never see
the Ganges River, anyway.

You're doomed.

How much water is there?

A little over a gallon.

All right,
you take charge of it.

And from now on, we travel

from 10:00 at night
till 8:00 in the morning.

Uh, Punya...

you would be safer
if you made more noise.

I shall remember next time.

Shouldn't you be asleep?

The night is too lovely.

I sometimes find it so.

You have known loneliness,

haven't you, Paladin?

Yes.

It leaves a mark
in a man's eyes.

And in a woman's.

And I thought
that you and Koro...

Mm. Koro speaks to me
only when he cannot avoid it.

Still...

Since I have seen you,
Paladin, I...

I speak to no other man.

You are a woman of your country.

You're a man of yours.

We have traveled two nights
and are not halfway out yet.

I know that.

The horses are jading.

We could leave the wagons now,
ride the horses.

The horses will last longer
pulling than carrying.

Paladin! Paladin!

The rani has collapsed!

Well, what did she do?

Did she drink all her water
the first day,

or wash her hair in it?

I did not drink any.

Why not?

I am a rani.

I have no country,

but these people,
they are my subjects.

If they suffer from thirst,
I do not drink.

Well, you haven't earned
the right to be a martyr yet.

The privileges of rank
mean absolutely nothing

if you let
the responsibility kill you.

Now, you drink this!

Punya.

See that she drinks
half of this, and slowly.

"Cool hands...

"pink-tipped...

"like lotus buds
that float on the cool water

where we used to dwell."

We will make it safely, Paladin?

We...

will make it.

There is no chance we will
perish here in the desert, hmm?

None.

Your friend is dead!

Friend?

He is the one...

These coins!

If you hired him
to kill the rani,

why did you tell me about him?

Would I hire a man t...

to kill me?

Skiri.

I am sorry, Paladin.

Truly.

When did you know?

This morning.

When your hands touched me,
they were hot and rough.

So were Koro's
when he served me.

Punya's hands were cool...

and damp.

Whoever emptied those barrels,

they would have secreted
a supply of water for...

personal use.

Cool hands...

...to touch the brow
of a lonely man...

or drop gold coins
in the hands of an Apache.

Where is Koro?

Dead.

Poor Koro.

He died as he
would have wished...

in your service.

They would wish to be sent home.

I'm sorry, we'll bury them here.

But it is our belief that if...

I know your belief,

and I'm sorry.

"Have gun will travel,"
reads the card of a man

A knight without armor
in a savage land

His fast gun for hire
heeds the calling wind

Paladin, Paladin,
where do you roam?