Kung Fu s03e08 Episode Script
Blood of the Dragon (2)
And what brings you to the road leading to the Temple of Heaven? I come to celebrate your life ambition.
The full moon of May.
- Thirteenth day - Fall back.
- of the fifth month - Move.
of the Year of the Dog.
Make way for the royal nephew.
Out of the way.
Get out of the way.
He's just killed the royal nephew.
Get the guard! Did you? Did you kill him? Yes, my master.
After all your teaching, I have disgraced myself.
No.
Sometimes one must cut off a finger to save a hand.
There will be a price on your head, no place to hide.
You must leave the country.
If I had a son all I could offer him is contained in this pouch.
Please, take it.
What of the dishonor, taking part in the murder of an old priest? It was our duty.
Your skills will not prevail, Shaolin.
Each of us, in his own way, has studied for long years to master the disciplines of destruction.
Sun Lo.
Sun Lo has studied with the ninja.
He is supreme in the science of shuriken.
Wong Ti.
Wong Ti is an expert in the ways of the Bushido and the weapons of the samurai.
And you? In Tibet, I studied with a lama who was master of the mystic arts.
Which it will soon be my privilege to demonstrate to you.
Master, can these things be real? Did you not see them with your own eyes? Is it not possible that the lama put them into our minds to make us believe they were there? We are taught that all things are possible.
Grasshopper, would you please gather some of the fruit? They promise to be most succulent and nourishing.
I have known of such things.
Never as you will soon know them.
When next you come this way, we will engage.
It shall be.
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.
It is often said that to be effective one must act with forthrightness and great force.
But what is to be gained from such a course if the end one is embarked upon is a righteous action? It flows the way of the Tao.
Forces are in motion to which we cannot add from which we cannot subtract.
If our path is right, there is only one course to follow.
The correct action is to do nothing and all will be done.
Do I know you? I am Kwai Chang Caine.
Yes.
You knew I would come? What is it you wish? For a dead man to find rest.
Did you ever know your grandfather, Mr.
Caine? I met him only once.
Do you know what he was to me? Yes.
Oh, no, I don't think so.
He was a laborer.
A stonemason.
Hammer and chisel and stone.
His eyes were bloodshot from stone chips.
His hands were calloused, dirty.
I offered him myself.
You offered him a great deal.
Mr.
Caine, you are an abomination.
Do you think I want your understanding? Your compassion? It is not why I came.
Why did you come? In China, it is said: "A son may not live under the same sky as the murderer of his father.
" Then die.
No.
Are you going to kill me? No.
Johnny? I do not hold Johnny responsible for my grandfather's death though I believe he pulled the trigger.
Whom do you hold responsible? You.
And what will you do about it? Nothing.
It is you who will act.
And what will I do? I do not know.
You know why I hate the sight of you, Mr.
Caine? No.
You might have been my grandson.
Mr.
Caine, if you do not take that look of pity from your eyes I will shoot you myself.
Sara? He was here.
- I know, I just saw him leaving.
- Can you imagine? Here, in this house.
His clothes were no better than rags.
And his feet bare.
- Absolutely bare.
- Why didn't you call me? I almost did, but I didn't want anything to happen here.
Well, how much does he know? He knows.
What does he plan to do? Did he say? His kind never does, Johnny.
They just act.
He's got a plan.
I know it.
Sara, I don't wanna do anything that I'm- I don't wanna do anything unnecessary, that's all.
Oh, I wouldn't want you to.
I turned around and he was gone.
Like that.
Maybe he'll just leave.
I mean, if he was here and he didn't do anything maybe he doesn't have a plan.
He said something about not being able to live under the same sky as his grandfather's murderer.
What does that suggest? You didn't tell me that, Sara.
You chided me for pushing you, remember? I'm trying not to do that.
I won't do it.
You'll do what's right, Johnny.
I trust your judgment completely.
I'll be here waiting.
I've gotta kill you, Caine.
Question of honor.
Where does honor lie? I don't have the answer.
But I've got the solution.
You killed an old man.
Was that a solution? Yup.
And long overdue.
What was solved? Pain, hurt, dishonor.
- Yours? - No, my grandmother's.
It became my duty to avenge that dishonor.
- Why? - Because we're a family.
What affects one affects us all.
Now there is only greater pain.
Yours.
Henry Raphael Caine was part of two families mine and yours.
- Never.
- Yes, it is true.
He is grandfather to both of us.
You're lying.
Henry Raphael Caine, Sara Kingsley a young man and a young woman, met.
She bore him a child out of wedlock.
That child was your mother.
My grandfather? Kwai Chang Caine? I'm waiting.
We will bury our dead first.
Johnny.
I'm going numb.
The darts are poisoned.
My grandfather I killed my grandfather.
You did not know.
He was my blood.
Like you.
I'm so sorry.
I saw him into this world.
I never thought I'd see him out.
I did what you asked.
I listed the death as a natural cause.
I'm not sure it was the right thing to do.
Sara, I know you said no services, but I'd be willing to- Cover it.
We have offered our lives.
Our brother has given his.
The priest must die.
Our brother's spirit wanders unfulfilled in the land of the dead and cries for vengeance.
Over his earthly remains, we here renew our blood oath.
Into the gap created by his death, we thrust ourselves.
May our lives be snuffed out if we betray this oath.
We swear the death of Kwai Chang Caine.
If there's anything I can do- If you were a man you'd know what remains to be done.
Your mother and father? How did they die? They drowned.
Bridge washout.
Flash flood.
Caine, look around you.
My mother and my father, my grandfather.
And now Johnny.
He gave his life for me.
And I sent for the men who killed him.
You are not to blame.
All I know is I've lost him.
She took him.
At the last he was yours, not hers.
Where shall I go now? I can't go back to her.
Leave.
But where shall I go? Wherever you wish.
You and I, we have the same blood in our veins.
Yes.
Caine.
Please get up.
Why have you come? To confess my unworthiness, honorable sir.
I have disgraced my teachers and shamed this holy place.
Tell me how.
I have senselessly taken a life.
You speak of the nephew of the emperor.
It was he, was it not, who killed our Master Po? I have shamed my master's memory.
Did you not think to run? I thought to run, but I could not find it within me to leave Master Po dying.
The guilt is not yours.
This is the grave of Master Po.
This earth is honored to receive him.
May his bones find rest in this place and may his passing, in its violence, not wake the tigers of outrage the dragons of vengeance.
The pursuit by the Imperial Police will be relentless, unending.
I understand, master.
You remain a Shaolin priest.
Nothing is diminished, nothing undone.
Thank you, master.
You have visited the grave of Master Po.
Now you must leave us forever.
And I cannot say which is the greater grief to my heart.
Go.
Margie.
Margit! Where are you going? Away from here.
You're giving up the Kingsley ranch? Remember, Sara, I'm not a Kingsley.
No, you're not.
You're a Caine.
Go to your own kind.
Goodbye, Sara.
You fight well, priest.
I did not wish to fight at all.
You must.
You must now face me.
I have sworn an oath.
Not here.
There.
No.
That is where your power is greatest.
You must.
You must now fight me.
Do such things exist? Do wars, famine, disease and death exist? Do lust, greed and hate exist? They do.
But how? Where do they come from? They are man's creations brought to being by the dark side of their nature.
I come for Margit McLean.
To free the girl you must enter the kyilkhor.
And to enter the kyilkhor is to die.
- And if I live? - You will not.
If you live the girl will live.
But it will not end for you.
The members of our society are many.
Each is prepared to die until your death avenges the dishonor you have brought on us.
There is no escape.
I do not seek to escape.
Sara I forgive you.
I love you.
Sara! Sara! How can man rid himself of such terrible things? Each man must start with himself, within himself by slowly forging his chi the bond between the finite and the infinite.
The inner essence of his spirit, and the limitless power of the universe.
Only thus can you conquer the power and the presence of evil.
What have you won, priest? Respite? Time? For surely you know the heart of the beast still lives grows, reaches out.
Where will you go to escape it except to the heart of the heart where you and I must meet? - Is he at rest? - I believe so.
And for her? She would not accept my compassion or my pity while she lived.
And she was right.
For what is my compassion, my pity, to her? Caine? Will we ever see them again? No one may know.
But you were a priest.
- Yes.
- And do you believe? Yes.
The full moon of May.
- Thirteenth day - Fall back.
- of the fifth month - Move.
of the Year of the Dog.
Make way for the royal nephew.
Out of the way.
Get out of the way.
He's just killed the royal nephew.
Get the guard! Did you? Did you kill him? Yes, my master.
After all your teaching, I have disgraced myself.
No.
Sometimes one must cut off a finger to save a hand.
There will be a price on your head, no place to hide.
You must leave the country.
If I had a son all I could offer him is contained in this pouch.
Please, take it.
What of the dishonor, taking part in the murder of an old priest? It was our duty.
Your skills will not prevail, Shaolin.
Each of us, in his own way, has studied for long years to master the disciplines of destruction.
Sun Lo.
Sun Lo has studied with the ninja.
He is supreme in the science of shuriken.
Wong Ti.
Wong Ti is an expert in the ways of the Bushido and the weapons of the samurai.
And you? In Tibet, I studied with a lama who was master of the mystic arts.
Which it will soon be my privilege to demonstrate to you.
Master, can these things be real? Did you not see them with your own eyes? Is it not possible that the lama put them into our minds to make us believe they were there? We are taught that all things are possible.
Grasshopper, would you please gather some of the fruit? They promise to be most succulent and nourishing.
I have known of such things.
Never as you will soon know them.
When next you come this way, we will engage.
It shall be.
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.
It is often said that to be effective one must act with forthrightness and great force.
But what is to be gained from such a course if the end one is embarked upon is a righteous action? It flows the way of the Tao.
Forces are in motion to which we cannot add from which we cannot subtract.
If our path is right, there is only one course to follow.
The correct action is to do nothing and all will be done.
Do I know you? I am Kwai Chang Caine.
Yes.
You knew I would come? What is it you wish? For a dead man to find rest.
Did you ever know your grandfather, Mr.
Caine? I met him only once.
Do you know what he was to me? Yes.
Oh, no, I don't think so.
He was a laborer.
A stonemason.
Hammer and chisel and stone.
His eyes were bloodshot from stone chips.
His hands were calloused, dirty.
I offered him myself.
You offered him a great deal.
Mr.
Caine, you are an abomination.
Do you think I want your understanding? Your compassion? It is not why I came.
Why did you come? In China, it is said: "A son may not live under the same sky as the murderer of his father.
" Then die.
No.
Are you going to kill me? No.
Johnny? I do not hold Johnny responsible for my grandfather's death though I believe he pulled the trigger.
Whom do you hold responsible? You.
And what will you do about it? Nothing.
It is you who will act.
And what will I do? I do not know.
You know why I hate the sight of you, Mr.
Caine? No.
You might have been my grandson.
Mr.
Caine, if you do not take that look of pity from your eyes I will shoot you myself.
Sara? He was here.
- I know, I just saw him leaving.
- Can you imagine? Here, in this house.
His clothes were no better than rags.
And his feet bare.
- Absolutely bare.
- Why didn't you call me? I almost did, but I didn't want anything to happen here.
Well, how much does he know? He knows.
What does he plan to do? Did he say? His kind never does, Johnny.
They just act.
He's got a plan.
I know it.
Sara, I don't wanna do anything that I'm- I don't wanna do anything unnecessary, that's all.
Oh, I wouldn't want you to.
I turned around and he was gone.
Like that.
Maybe he'll just leave.
I mean, if he was here and he didn't do anything maybe he doesn't have a plan.
He said something about not being able to live under the same sky as his grandfather's murderer.
What does that suggest? You didn't tell me that, Sara.
You chided me for pushing you, remember? I'm trying not to do that.
I won't do it.
You'll do what's right, Johnny.
I trust your judgment completely.
I'll be here waiting.
I've gotta kill you, Caine.
Question of honor.
Where does honor lie? I don't have the answer.
But I've got the solution.
You killed an old man.
Was that a solution? Yup.
And long overdue.
What was solved? Pain, hurt, dishonor.
- Yours? - No, my grandmother's.
It became my duty to avenge that dishonor.
- Why? - Because we're a family.
What affects one affects us all.
Now there is only greater pain.
Yours.
Henry Raphael Caine was part of two families mine and yours.
- Never.
- Yes, it is true.
He is grandfather to both of us.
You're lying.
Henry Raphael Caine, Sara Kingsley a young man and a young woman, met.
She bore him a child out of wedlock.
That child was your mother.
My grandfather? Kwai Chang Caine? I'm waiting.
We will bury our dead first.
Johnny.
I'm going numb.
The darts are poisoned.
My grandfather I killed my grandfather.
You did not know.
He was my blood.
Like you.
I'm so sorry.
I saw him into this world.
I never thought I'd see him out.
I did what you asked.
I listed the death as a natural cause.
I'm not sure it was the right thing to do.
Sara, I know you said no services, but I'd be willing to- Cover it.
We have offered our lives.
Our brother has given his.
The priest must die.
Our brother's spirit wanders unfulfilled in the land of the dead and cries for vengeance.
Over his earthly remains, we here renew our blood oath.
Into the gap created by his death, we thrust ourselves.
May our lives be snuffed out if we betray this oath.
We swear the death of Kwai Chang Caine.
If there's anything I can do- If you were a man you'd know what remains to be done.
Your mother and father? How did they die? They drowned.
Bridge washout.
Flash flood.
Caine, look around you.
My mother and my father, my grandfather.
And now Johnny.
He gave his life for me.
And I sent for the men who killed him.
You are not to blame.
All I know is I've lost him.
She took him.
At the last he was yours, not hers.
Where shall I go now? I can't go back to her.
Leave.
But where shall I go? Wherever you wish.
You and I, we have the same blood in our veins.
Yes.
Caine.
Please get up.
Why have you come? To confess my unworthiness, honorable sir.
I have disgraced my teachers and shamed this holy place.
Tell me how.
I have senselessly taken a life.
You speak of the nephew of the emperor.
It was he, was it not, who killed our Master Po? I have shamed my master's memory.
Did you not think to run? I thought to run, but I could not find it within me to leave Master Po dying.
The guilt is not yours.
This is the grave of Master Po.
This earth is honored to receive him.
May his bones find rest in this place and may his passing, in its violence, not wake the tigers of outrage the dragons of vengeance.
The pursuit by the Imperial Police will be relentless, unending.
I understand, master.
You remain a Shaolin priest.
Nothing is diminished, nothing undone.
Thank you, master.
You have visited the grave of Master Po.
Now you must leave us forever.
And I cannot say which is the greater grief to my heart.
Go.
Margie.
Margit! Where are you going? Away from here.
You're giving up the Kingsley ranch? Remember, Sara, I'm not a Kingsley.
No, you're not.
You're a Caine.
Go to your own kind.
Goodbye, Sara.
You fight well, priest.
I did not wish to fight at all.
You must.
You must now face me.
I have sworn an oath.
Not here.
There.
No.
That is where your power is greatest.
You must.
You must now fight me.
Do such things exist? Do wars, famine, disease and death exist? Do lust, greed and hate exist? They do.
But how? Where do they come from? They are man's creations brought to being by the dark side of their nature.
I come for Margit McLean.
To free the girl you must enter the kyilkhor.
And to enter the kyilkhor is to die.
- And if I live? - You will not.
If you live the girl will live.
But it will not end for you.
The members of our society are many.
Each is prepared to die until your death avenges the dishonor you have brought on us.
There is no escape.
I do not seek to escape.
Sara I forgive you.
I love you.
Sara! Sara! How can man rid himself of such terrible things? Each man must start with himself, within himself by slowly forging his chi the bond between the finite and the infinite.
The inner essence of his spirit, and the limitless power of the universe.
Only thus can you conquer the power and the presence of evil.
What have you won, priest? Respite? Time? For surely you know the heart of the beast still lives grows, reaches out.
Where will you go to escape it except to the heart of the heart where you and I must meet? - Is he at rest? - I believe so.
And for her? She would not accept my compassion or my pity while she lived.
And she was right.
For what is my compassion, my pity, to her? Caine? Will we ever see them again? No one may know.
But you were a priest.
- Yes.
- And do you believe? Yes.