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Shh.

You had another cell.
You threw them in with him.

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What the hell kind of cop
are you?

Your brother was arrested
yesterday.

How does
the defendant plea?

Not guilty, your honor.

Could be a lot of work,
I imagine.

Burying a family this large.
We will not testify.

The defendant is free
to go.

I didn't think I'd see you
again.

This city is becoming
a powder keg. You're gonna have
to pick your poison.

This will not stand!

You've got no business being
out there at all.

Drop your hands.

- You and me, we're square now,
right?

You've got bigger concerns,
Bill.

I'll need to see blood
in the streets.

No!
What are you doing?

Take your family, and leave
San Francisco tonight.

Hey.

I'm gonna need a marker.

- Did you hear me?

I said I need a marker.

- What's the trouble here?

- Jack Damon.
- Bill O'Hara.

Jesus.

- What the hell
are you doing here?

I heard you left the force

to ride with the Pinkertons
out in Chicago.

- It's too fucking cold
out there.

I came back to San Francisco
in the fall.

Flannagan didn't have
a slot for me,

so I ended up here.

- You work here?

- Fung Hai gold shines
as bright as anyone's.

- Well, um,

can you get them
to stake me?

- Sure.
How's about 50?

- Yeah, 50's good.

Good luck, Bill.

- Come on!

Sorry, fellas.

Sometimes it's just
not your night.

- Nice pile.

Believe me, I was due.

- You know, now might be
the right time to cash out.

Go home with your pockets full.

- And that is exactly
what I'm gonna do

just as soon
as this action cools.

Let's go.
Keep it spinning.

- Okay, Bill.

- I think I'm done.

- Rough night?
- Table's rigged.

- Spoken like a true gambler.

Come on, I'll walk you out.

- I'm good for my marker.
- I know you are, Bill.

- Short breaths, Bill.

Easy, now.

- Let me tell you something
about the Fung Hai.

- They believe they're direct
descendants of Genghis Khan.

You know the Mongols, right?

Biggest empire in the history.

Anyway, the Mongols.

- They came riding out
of the plains like...

Demons.

Pillaging whole cities.

Now the Chinese, they need

to understand
their enemy, right?

So the Emperor sends
his scouts out

to the Mongolian plains,

and they get out there,
and in the distance,

they see this...

white mountain rising up
where no mountain should be.

- They get closer
to this mountain,

and do you know what they find?

Bones.

An entire mountain of bones.

Hundreds of thousands
of skeletons

just rotting on a fucking pile.

That's when they understood
who they were dealing with...

who you're dealing with.

- The Fung Hai had a problem.

- When a chink gambler
owes them,

they can break his legs,
threaten his family, but...

what are they supposed to do
when an Irishman runs up a debt

and then runs back
down the hill

when it comes time to pay?

That's where old Damon
comes in.

- See, I can go
where they can't--

make an example of someone,

make sure everyone knows
the toll.

Not even a cop escapes
a Fung Hai debt.

- How do you live
with yourself,

being a stick boy
for the chinks?

- I take no pleasure
in it, Bill.

But I vouched for you in there,

so you're going to pay up.

Standard window is two weeks.

I'll give you
the policeman's special:

three weeks.

After that...

You're taking a trip
to the white mountain.

- Fuck you, Damon.

- Three weeks, Bill.

- Morning, Ah Sahm.

- Morning.
- Morning, Ah Sahm.

- Hey, about time!

- How's it feel?
- It only hurts when I breathe.

And sit.

- You think that's bad?

Look at this.

I always carry it with me.

Reminds me of where I've been.

- What is it?

- It's a railroad spike.

Bolo used to work
on the Transcontinental.

- You were a coolie?

- Utah.

Hot as hell in the summer.

Cold as fuck in the winter.

- It didn't take long
for the ducks to find

a better use for him.

You're talking
to a legend, man.

About ten years ago,

word spread
of a giant Chinaman fighting

on the Transcon circuit.

There was no one
he couldn't take down.

They called him
"the Yellow Demon."

Shut the fuck up, Baby Jun.

- "The Yellow Demon"?

- My father had to see it
for himself,

so he travelled
all the way to Utah

to get a better look
at this so-called demon.

- It was just another game

for the bored white fucks
to bet on.

They paid the fighters

double for kills,

and the Yellow Demon
always got that bonus.

My father...

couldn't stand
the thought of some duck

getting rich off Bolo's back,

so he bought him.

- What do you mean,
"bought him"?

Like a hat?

- Don't kid yourself.

Father Jun owns your onion ass,

just like he owns
the rest of us.

- Come on, you look like shit.

I've got something
that will help with that.

One of these days,

you and I should go
a few rounds...

see what's what.

- Fight the Yellow Demon?

Do I look crazy?

- Ten-hut.

- Mr. Deputy Mayor.
Good morning.

- Chief Flannagan,
I know you're a busy man,

so I'll get right to it.

I am sure you were
as disappointed as I was

in the judge's decision

to cut loose the highbinder
your men arrested.

- It was a fucking travesty,
is what it was.

- As you can imagine, we have
a very angry constituency

demanding justice.

- No doubt.
- Chief,

you've been at it a long time.

- 25 years.

- My point is, a man
of your experience knows

that from time to time,
our courts, judges--

our laws can fail
to deliver true justice.

At those times, it falls to us
in the executive branch

to pick up the slack,
as it were.

- As I recall, you started
this conversation

by saying you planned
to get "right to it."

- Violence in Chinatown
is an ongoing problem.

When it spills out
of Chinatown,

that is something
we cannot tolerate.

The mayor would like
to send a message.

- And, uh,

does the mayor have
any particular venue in mind?

All right, then.

Leeds! Where the hell is Bill?

- Hiyah!

- We ask for killers...

and this is what we get.

- Hmm.

- Go easy, man.
This shit kicks.

- What's in this?
- It's just a kiss of molasses.

I only roll them
on special occasions...

the occasion here being
the major up-fuckery

my father laid on you
last night.

Mine was worse, you know.

Broke two bones
in his own hands

skinning me in.

- Fucking hell.

- He didn't want to show
any favoritism.

You know you can trust me,
right?

- I know.
- Good.

'Cause I'm smarter than I look.

- Well, you'd have to be.

Fuck off, you dog cunt.

Why are you here?

And don't tell me
it's for the chop.

A guy who can scrap like you
doesn't need

to cross the salt
to get paid.

- I came to find someone.

- The girl.

I knew it!

Well, now, I can't have
you fucking off every time

I turn around--
- She's dead.

- She's dead.

- Yeah.

- You cross the salt.

She ends up dead.

Now you're skinned in.

Sucks for you.

- I don't know, uh...

I've been on my own
for a while...

so it's kind of good to know
someone has my back.

- That's the spirit.

Works both ways, you know.

- What?
- Trust.

I need to know I can trust you.

- You can.

- Uh, this shit
is making me woozy.

I'm gonna go walk it off.

- Sure.

Just don't go disappearing
on me again.

- I think you're really
gonna like this.

- I'm not here to shop.

- But you are here,
so just take a look.

See that?

Now, suppose you find yourself
in a tight spot.

- Bang.

You learn fast.

I'll give you a good price.

- Stop trying to sell me.

I came here to talk to you
about the Fung Hai.

- Fung Hai?

- I need you to set a meeting.

Fung Hai.

Now, look...

I know you need
new scissor boys

to help round things out,
and I can help you with that.

But the Fung Hai...
- Chao.

- You know, they built
the Great Wall

to keep out savages
like the Fung Hai.

Trust me, no good will come
from dealing with them.

- And if I'd come
for your advice,

I'm sure I'd love the debate,
but I didn't.

See, what I did do was ask you
to set a meeting.

So you can say yes
and earn your fee

and my gratitude,
or you can say no

and earn neither.

- Sure. Okay.

- As soon as possible, please.

See for yourself.

He's a mess.

Came home at dawn beaten
half to death by coolies.

- I already told you,

they fared much worse
by the time it was over.

I was caught by surprise,
that's all.

- The only surprise here

is that you're still alive
to lie about it.

- And right about now,
I'm wishing I wasn't.

- God, somebody jumped on you

with all four feet,
didn't they?

- You'd think the head
of a squad wouldn't work

the night shift.
- Quit your badgering.

I said I'm fine.
- Yes,

you say a lot of things, Bill.

And you?
Why weren't you there with him?

- Leave him alone!
He's had three night shifts

this week!
- Sorry, Mr. Lee,

I just think it's
unconscionable,

sending him into that place
alone at night.

- Believe me, Mrs. O'Hara,
you're preaching to the choir.

We've spoken to the chief
about doubling up on shifts,

but as I'm sure you know
when it comes to budgets,

the city's as tight
as a fiddle string.

As they say,
"Too poor to paint,

too proud to whitewash."

Oh, uh...

is that coffee I smell brewing?

Because Lord Almighty,
I could sure use a cup.

- I'll go pour you one.

- Much obliged, ma'am.

- Jesus fuck!

Can you help me
with my socks?

I can't...

What you waiting for?

Ah-ah, hey.

- I thought Stone was on
the graveyard shift last night.

- Well, that is some solid
fucking detective work, Lee.

Just help me with my boots.

Double-knot the laces
and shut the fuck up.

- I'm gonna pick that up
before we head back.

- Where are we going?
- Where do you think?

- Is it far?
- You could always turn around.

- I'm sorry, do you have
some kind of problem

with me, Jacob?

- I've seen a lot more
of the pond than you,

so listen to me when I say
no good will come

from following me.

Get me?

- But she sent you for me.

- I can tell her you told me
to fuck off.

- Are you worried about her,

or yourself?

- Doesn't matter.

Ends badly for all of us.

- I appreciate your concern,
Jacob,

but I think I'll just see
what your duck lady has to say.

- Afternoon, Mr. Buckley.

- Miss Carlson.

Where is he?

God damn it.

Buckley!

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- San Francisco
Police Department.

Nobody move.

All right.

Let's see which
of these fuckers

can actually stand.

- All right, let's go.
On your feet.

Get the fuck out of my way.

Wakey-wakey!

- All right, rise and shine,
you fucking degenerates.

- Come on.

- Mr. Mayor.
- Sergeant.

- Lee.

- The whores are upstairs.

I want every slant-eyed john
you can get your hands on.

- You, you.
Get out of here.

- What the hell's going on?

- Keep moving,
you won't have to find out.

- Move the slants to the wagon.

Yeah?
You want to play?

Huh?

- Ah, Jesus.

- What are you waiting for?

- Come on.
Never mind that.

- Do as I say and--
- Move along, move along.

- Come on.

- You want to pull a hatchet
on me, do you?

- Get out here, pervert!

Are you all right?

- Just make yourself useful,
will you?

- Hey!
- Police!

- Hey!

- Nice of you to show up.

- What happened here?

- He drew on me.

I almost pissed
my fucking pants.

- Get the rest of these chinks
in the wagon and let's get

the fuck out of here.
- What is meaning of this?

- You're Ah Toy.

- You know me.
- Everyone knows you.

I have orders
to shut you down,

and I'm placing you
under arrest.

- Arrest?

What for?

- You're running a brothel.

- Brothel?

No.

This a boarding house.
These are good girls.

You can tell that to the judge.

- It would be better...

if we were friends, no?

- Friends, huh?

- Early gift
for Chinese New Year.

- Should we take her in too?

- Nah.

I think we're done here.

Thank you for your cooperation,
ma'am.

You got something
you want to say?

- Nope,
nothing I want to say.

- Look, I don't know what
you think you saw in there--

- I don't think anything.

- You preachy little shit!

You think taking
a little money here

is the problem?

Open your fucking eyes.

This whole bust is the problem.

You, me, the goddamn chinks,
the Chinatown squad,

we're all just pawns
in someone else's game,

so sue me if I'm getting
my back scratched

before they stick
a fucking knife in it!

- What about right and wrong?

- "Right and wrong."
- Mm.

- Why are you even here, Lee?

- What?

- Well, I presume they've got

plenty of criminals
in Savannah.

Why does a southern boy like you
have to come all the way

out here where nobody knows
who the fuck you are

to become a cop?

I'll tell you what.

You stay the fuck out
of my business,

and I'll stay
the fuck out of yours.

- Anything else, missus?

- No, thank you, Jacob.
That will be all.

Does everyone in America
have two homes?

- My father owns the building.

- Why'd you send Jacob for me?

- Why did you come?

- Curious, I guess.

- I just...

I regretted our last meeting.

I want you to know
I'm not like that.

- Like what?

- I don't know, I just thought
I should apologize.

That was a terrible apology.

- Would you like some tea?

- Sure.

You painted all of these?

- Yeah.

So, you said
your grandfather was American.

- Ah.

He was a sea captain.

He sailed the trade routes
for a tea company.

One year he, uh--
he got sick.

He couldn't make the trip
back home to America.

The Chinese merchants
put him up with a young nurse

who cared for him
through the winter.

They fell in love and moved
to a small farm.

My grandmother died
when I was a baby,

but my grandfather lived
on the farm with us

until he passed
when I was about 13...

taught my sister and me
English,

filled our heads with stories
about America.

- So that's why you wanted
to come to America.

- I didn't want to come.

- Then why did you?

I've never shown those
to anyone before.

- Why not?

- No one's ever been here...

before you.

- Well, um...

I'm honored.

- You should be.

So why did you really come?

- To America?

- Here.

- For the same reason
you asked me to.

- I don't know why
I asked you to.

I think you do.

You're very sure of yourself.

- It's a problem.

- Thank you for agreeing
to meet with us.

We have great respect
for what the Fung Hai

have accomplished
in your territory,

and we have
a proposition for you.

- I don't like when
these bitches talk so much.

You like it when
they talk so much?

- Perhaps you should listen.

- The Fung Hai don't need
help from anyone,

especially not some tong

that lets the pussy
do the talking.

- You know,

I had a feeling that you might
feel this way.

The bitch is still talking.

- Which is why
I already killed you.

You bitch!

So...

I understand you have
a proposition.

- Li Yong.

What the fuck was that?

- He was never going to deal.

We made other arrangements.

- Without telling me, hmm?

- Why would I tell you?

- See, if I set up a meet

and someone doesn't walk out,

that fucks with my reputation.

- And if we had told you,

would you have done it?

- I definitely would have
charged more.

Li Yong.

The Fung Hai?

- A means to an end.

- Maybe.

But whose end?

- Hup.

- Where did you learn
to fight like that?

- All Chinese people
can fight like that.

Really?

No.

But you're, uh...

a highbinder...

a gang enforcer.

That doesn't seem like you.

- I didn't have
a lot of options

when I got off the boat.

Joining the Hop Wei
was the best shot

at finding my sister.

- Your sister?

- Turns out she didn't want
to be found.

- I married my husband...

to save my father's company.

My mother died
when I was little,

so I practically raised
my sisters,

and when the business
started to fail...

Well, I couldn't just let
that happen to them.

The Blakes are one
of the wealthiest families

in San Francisco,
and Samuel was the mayor.

He was a friend of my father's,

and he visited a lot
after my mother died.

He always had a smile
and a hard candy for me.

And as I got older...

his smile changed.

It became something else.

But that city contract

was all that stood
between my family

and financial ruin.

I don't remember exactly
when I made the decision,

but one day I just...

smiled back.

I guess...

I sold myself
the same way you did.

- Doesn't suit you.

Being owned.

- I don't think
it suits either of us.

- Come on, you're next.

- As you write your stories,
you may want to note

that this raid will be
the first of many

as part of the mayor's

aggressive Chinatown
initiative.

No, you're perfectly safe,
gentlemen.

There's no need for concern.

- Look better after this.
- Stay still.

- Gentlemen.
- Mr. Mayor.

- Well, it looks like
we're making some progress.

- Now...

keep your eye on the ones
in the black suits.

That is the uniform
of the Chinese gangsters.

These are the most
hardened criminals in China.

That's who's coming over here.

- A land of laws and grace

like the United States
is all too vulnerable

to this foreign
criminal element.

We've got to harden
our hearts, gentlemen.

You can print that.
- Oh, wait.

Wait, hold on.

Let's get a picture.

Chief Flannagan, let's get
all of your men together.

The whole Chinatown squad.

I want to document
the good work

you're doing here.
- Bill, McLeod,

Harrison, Stone, come here.

- Mr. Mayor?

We just fought a war
to save America.

We're not gonna turn around
and hand it over

to the Chinese.

We need to send these boys
back where they came from.

- Well, you keep
cutting off their hair,

they won't be able to go back.

- Shut up, Lee.

- What was that, officer?

- It's the law in China,
Mr. Buckley.

By decree of the Emperor,
all men are required

to wear those braided queues.

- He doesn't mean anything
by it, sir.

Officer Lee is just a bit
of a history buff, that's all.

- Lee, is it?
- Yes, sir.

- Get in the picture,
Officer Lee.

- Uh, no thank you, sir.

I don't really like having
my picture taken.

- Get in the fucking picture,
Lee.

- Hold still.

- Been meaning to ask you:

What the hell happened
to your face?

- Long story.

- It's one I probably
don't want to hear.

- Probably not.

- All right,
everybody stand still.

Nobody move.

Nobody move.

- Exotic diseases
from the Orient.

Chinese gang violence
that's spilling

into white neighborhoods.

Sandlots full
of unemployed Americans.

It may feel local today,
but if it goes unchecked,

the yellow peril will spread

across the country
like a plague.

- The Penny Press
is an easier sell,

and their circulation
is substantial.

But I understand
why you would think

that the Associated Press
should be covering this story.

- "The Chinese Assault
on American Values."

That's your headline.

- Would you just get in,
please?

Thanks for the ride.

Fancy.

- You know,
everyone always said

you were a kung fu prodigy.

I think your real genius...
- Mm-hmm.

- Is finding ways
to screw up my life.

- Aww, it's good
to see you too.

- You just got here,

and already
you've joined my enemies,

gotten yourself arrested--

not only are you fucking
a white lady,

you're fucking
the mayor's wife.

What are you going to do
next week?

- Well, when you put it
like that--

- I told you to leave.
- Oh, and I was going to,

but then I remembered
you're not my boss.

- Do you really think Father
would have wanted you

to cross the salt
just to get yourself killed?

He'd want you rotting away
in a duck prison?

- Oh, thanks, by the way,
for getting me out.

That was great.
Really saved my ass.

- As usual.

I'm gonna do it
one final time.

I'm sending you home.

- Come with me.

- Ah Sahm...

I'm never going back.

I'm nobody in China...
- No,

I'm not going without you.
- And you're nobody here.

There is going to be a war
between the tongs...

and if you're on
the wrong side,

I won't hesitate.

I can't.

Your boat leaves tomorrow.

- You were right.

- What?

- I should never have let you
marry Sun Yang to save me.

I should have fought
to save you.

I'm not gonna make
that mistake again.

Oops.

- I figured you'd be home
and in bed by now.

- Come and talk to me
when you've got four kids.

- I thought it was five?

- Fuck me.
I keep forgetting Ethan.

He's my favorite too.

You want a drink?

Or don't you drink anymore?

You left all that behind
in Georgia too?

- Oh, on the contrary,

I'm the only hell
my mama ever raised.

- Well, come on, then.

Two.

Well, let's go.
Out with it.

- With what?

- Oh, I don't know...

But it's always something
with you.

Right, well, um...

I guess I just wanted
to apologize.

- Well, this sounds promising.

- You are the superior officer,

and you know the streets
better than I do.

I shouldn't be questioning you.

- You're damn right about that.

- You're a strange bird, Lee.

- How's that?

- Well, for starters,

most cops don't dig around
in the guts of dead men.

Well...

I spent my whole life
on a farm.

Cows start dying,
you gotta look inside,

see what's killing them.

- People aren't animals.

- Aren't we?

We've just got these
bigger brains that trick us

into thinking
we're something else.

- Here you are.

- Put it on my tab.

Look, you're a good kid...

and you're gonna be a fine cop.

And I should know.
I used to be one.

- One of these days,

we'll get ourselves reassigned
out of Chinatown

and we'll go off and do
some real police work.

All right?

- Sounds good, Sergeant.

- But until then,

you keep your head down.

You do what you have to
to survive.

This Chinatown beat...

there's about 100 different
ways it can bury you...

on both sides of the line.

Do you understand?

- I do.

- No, you don't.

Not yet.

But you will.

I'm sorry to leave you
before you finish your drink,

but I've got an appointment.

Here we go.

We're gonna do black,
all right?

- Deal me in.

- You know Fitz says
I can't give you

any more markers, Bill.

The buy-in is $10.

- Here's 30.

Yeah!

New saloon in Nevada.

There're no laws here.

If you leave now,
I won't kill you.

I don't care what kinda
circus kicks you can do,

I haven't met a man
who can dodge a shotgun blast.

I guess it's settled then.

Come on!

You know, now might be
the right time to cash out.

Go home with your pockets full?

And that is exactly
what I'm gonna do,

just as soon
as this action cools.

Let's go.
Keep it spinnin'.

Bill is a really fun
character to write because...

you can tell he's a good man,

and you can tell he has
some kind of moral compass,

it's just been broken
for a while.

Rough night?

Table's rigged.

He's a degenerate gambler,

and he's a cop
who's on the take.

He's just a guy you can't
quite get your hands around.

Not even a cough.

Escape's a form of hiding.

Bill doesn't wanna
face up to his own truth at all.

He will happily
keep himself in denial,

but most certainly,
everyone else.

He's a mess.

Came home at dawn
beaten half to death by coolies.

Bill's entire sense of self
is built around him

maintaining lies with the people
who are immediate to him.

Quit your badgerin'.
I said I'm fine.

Yes.
You say a lot of things, Bill.

The relationship
between Lee and Bill is...

such a pleasure because

Bill doesn't like anybody
that tells him the truth.

So having a guy like Lee
next to him, it's a nightmare.

He doesn't want that
around him.

I thought Stone was on
the graveyard shift last night.

Well, that is some solid
fuckin' detective work, Lee.

Lee is the antithesis
of Bill, really.

They operate in very,
very different ways,

but Bill and Lee
have a camaraderie.

There's
an interesting scene in 104

where Ah Toy

meets Sargent Bill O'Hara
for the first time.

What is the meaning of this?

I have orders
to shut you down.

It would be better...

if we were friends,
no?

By the end of the scene,
you realize

she knows exactly who he is

and she knows exactly
how to play on his weaknesses

to get him into her pocket.

Early gift
for Chinese New Year.

She turns her enemies
into her friends.

That's part of what makes Ah Toy
a legend in Chinatown.

She can roll
as hard as the men do.

Lee questioning Bill
taking a bribe from Ah Toy

is really wonderful.

You get to see both aspects
of the characters.

Lee's moral code, but also

Bill's justification.

I dunno what
you think you saw in there--

I don't think anything.

You preachy little shit!

You think taking a little
money here is the problem?

Open your fuckin' eyes.

We're all just pawns
in someone else's game.

Bill's been undermined
by the political system.

He's been put in a place that

you can't survive
if you stick to the rules.

What about right and wrong?

Lee questions everyone's motives
at the police force.

You keep your head down.

You do what you have to
to survive.

Penny is the only character
other than Lee

who's inherently not a racist,

who actually sees the Chinese
as real people.

At the same time, she can't get
away from her breeding.

It makes it really interesting
to watch her

develop feelings for Ah Sahm.

Penny, even though
she's a very outspoken woman,

she still can't say
all the things she wants to say,

and she's not listened to.

It's an indication
of how oppressed she feels.

I married my husband
to save my father's company.

Penny's
in this miserable marriage,

and you know, Penny,
for all intents and purposes,

is an indentured servant
to her husband

much the way Ah Sahm
is to the Hop Wei tong.

You're a... gang enforcer.
That doesn't seem like you.

I didn't have a lot of options.

We're both kind of in positions
that we don't want to be in.

I'm a second-class citizen

and so is she
in a different way.

That's our common bonding point.

It doesn't suit you.
Being owned.

I don't think
it suits either of us.

For Mai Ling,

there's always gonna be
that love or that need

to protect your little brother.

I go to him and I'm like,
"Here's a ticket home.

Get out of here, or else
you will die."

I'm sending you home.

Me rising to power means

I need to beat out
whatever's in my way.

There's going to be a war
between the tongs.

And if you're on the wrong side,

I won't hesitate.

He's still figuring out
the game here.

I think he doesn't know
what he can do,

but he knows that
he's just not gonna give up.

Oops.

She does some horrible things.

The only way to move up
in her eyes

is to take out the Fung Hai.

I can't deal with Pai.
There's no manipulating him,

there's no working together
with him.

I had a feeling
you might feel this way,

which is why
I already killed you.

Don't underestimate me.