Kung Fu

Bring me...

Sun Lo, Wong Ti, Han Su Lok..

You are sworn in secrecy and blood...

...to serve our order...

...the Order of the Avenging Dragon.

You are sworn to wipe out the stain upon our honor...

...as guardians of the royal household...

...for our failure to protect the life of the imperial nephew.

Sun Lo...

...Wong Ti...

...Han Su Lok...

...we, your brothers, call upon you to fulfill your oath.

Your proven excellence in separate skills...

...have earned you the sacred privilege...

...of being the first to be sent forth.

The order compels you...

...to leave at once for America.

Somewhere within that country's western lands...

...the man who has dishonored us wanders at will...

...separated from our vengeance by a great ocean.

You must cross the waters of that ocean.

Search out this man who has dishonored us...

...and destroy him at the cost of your lives.

This renegade Shaolin priest...

...Kwai Chang Caine.

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.

Where'd you come from?

A man has died here last night.

That's news to me.

Sheriff...

Matter of fact, a man did die.

He is here in this building.

Now, listen, I don't...

Matter of fact, he is.

Vinnie was figuring on putting him away tomorrow.

I would like to see the body.

Why?

I believe it is someone I have known.

Well, that's more than the rest of us can say.

The way it is, I've been away most the day.

We found him in a shack outside of town.

Looks like he set fire to the place...

...burned hisself to death.

Vinnie here is the coroner. Undertaker.

Body was burnt pretty bad.

Even if you knew him...

...likely you wouldn't recognize him.

I will know him.

Follow me.

This is where we keep the body.

Wait for somebody to claim him.

There he is.

Well?

His name is Henry Raphael Caine.

My grandfather.

Stand up, please.

You have your father in you.

I've nothing to give you.

Through you, I have a father, a grandfather...

...a great-grandfather, stretching back...

...to the roots of time.

This was my father's.

This...

...was your father's.

That's all I have.

That's all I have.

That's all I have.

That's all I have.

Mr. Caine.

Mr. Caine?

I'm Dr. Baxter.

The sheriff told me that you're the one who identified this man.

Yes.

Are you related to him?

He was my grandfather.

Henry Raphael Caine.

The stonecutter.

Oh, I knew him...

...many years ago.

Mr. Caine...

...it may comfort you to know that smoke...

...overcomes a person quickly, mercifully.

I'm sure that your grandfather's death was less cruel than it might seem.

My grandfather did not die of smoke or fire.

What?

When I washed his body, I found a bullet...

...here.

Murdered?

Why?

Henry hasn't lived in these parts for many years.

That shack where they found him, no one ever goes there.

A drifter. Yes, that could be.

Henry passing through, stopped to rest...

...a drifter came upon him, wanted his money.

He was not robbed.

His money is here.

- Saddlebag. - But you say he was shot.

There must be some reason.

I will discover it when I find his murderer.

You seem very sure.

I am.

What are you after, vengeance?

Justice?

Peace...

...for his troubled spirit.

When you've crossed the sea...

...you will abide, for a time, in a city called San Francisco.

And all this time, you must cling to your blood oath...

...and the strength of your will.

The vengeance will reach out...

...and touch the source of our shame.

The loathsome presence of the hated Shaolin is strongly felt.

He is near.

Even now, our power goes forth to seek him out.

Let us prepare to meet him.

Within this cup...

...in the manner of the first triad of the sublime servants...

...we mingle the blood of our veins with the blood of the Avenging Dragon...

...and pledge the destruction of Kwai Chang Caine.

Soon, our challenge will be presented.

We will face our enemy.

The ancient forms of the code of Ta T'sing Lu Li will be honored.

He will respond as he must...

...and we will be free to accomplish our destiny.

Death to the priest Kwai Chang Caine.

- How'd he handle, sis? - Easy. Very quick.

I told you he was a top animal, Mr. McLean.

And he'll sire you a lot more just like him.

Looks to have some barb in him.

Why, he's a purebred from the Darley Arabian.

What do you think, sis?

Looks pure enough Arab for me.

Look, a true Arab...

...has a more finely tapered head.

And his tail isn't set so low.

There may be no more than a trace. I don't doubt you could argue it.

Sorry, sir. It's not good enough for my little sister. No sale.

Pull him out.

Sara.

Oh, come in, George.

Come in. It's been quite some time.

Can I get you something?

Oh, you have something on your mind.

Yes.

Yes, Sara, I'm sorry. It's about Henry.

He's dead.

He's murdered.

They found him in a cabin.

There was a fire, but first he was shot.

How do you know this?

You've been to Lordsville?

That happened here.

He came back?

To California?

Why?

I don't know.

From the looks of things, he was stopping over.

I thought he might try to contact you.

I closed the door on Henry Caine over 40 years ago.

There's never been a word exchanged between us since.

Nor reason for one.

Not many between us, either.

I saw Johnny and Margit.

They could've been our grandchildren.

No, George, never.

That's a dream you had...

...alone.

I know.

I know better now, believe me.

But, Sara, I came here to talk about Henry's death.

You must realize the sheriff will have to make an investigation.

- That doesn't concern me. - It might.

There's a man in town.

Henry's grandson.

Good.

Maybe he can give the sheriff a hand.

He won't wait for the sheriff.

He'll look for his own answers.

I thought you should know.

Thank you, George.

Thank you for coming by.

Dr. Baxter, how've you been?

Fine, Margit. You?

- Fine. - Anything wrong with Sara?

Oh, no. No, no.

I just rode out to speak to her about an old friend.

Anybody I know?

His name was Henry Raphael Caine.

- Was? - He's dead.

Murdered.

Sara never mentioned him to you?

No.

I never heard of him.