Original subtitles

[door opens]

[water dripping]

- What the fuck are we doing in an ice factory?

You expect us to run our operation out of here?

- I expect us to avoid getting caught.

That means operating in my territory.

- Yeah, why is that exactly?

- This place has everything we'll need

to print, dry, and pack.

- [exhales loudly]

[shoe scraping]

We're not doing this.

- You made a deal.

- I didn't make shit. He did.

And to be honest, I don't know what the fuck he was thinking.

- He was probably thinking that he didn't want you

to get deported.

- Okay, look.

We don't have to like each other to make this work.

I know she can be an asshole, but it's the smart play.

[Western music]

[machinery squeaking]

- What's going on?

- Oh, we just wanted to see if you're up and running yet.

- Um, I'm still setting up,

but I should be ready to go in a couple hours.

- Give us a minute, yeah?

I know Ah Sahm thought this deal was

the only way to go,

but I haven't forgotten that you tried

to dice him and my father.

- Things are different now.

We have enough enemies outside of Chinatown.

I no longer want to be at war with my own people.

- Bullshit.

You wanna rule this place.

You've been plotting since the moment

you climbed into Long Zii's bed.

And you know what?

I respect that.

You scrapped like a motherfucker

to get where you are.

But don't think for a second

that just because I was born into this, that makes me soft.

'Cause that would be a big fucking mistake.

- You're right.

My brother and I have a complicated relationship.

But I would never let that get in the way of business,

which is why I think we need to keep an eye on him.

- The fuck are you talking about?

- I'm sure you've noticed

he's gotten close with our printer.

Our only printer.

- Yeah, so?

- How well do you know her?

Because she's seen enough to sink our entire operation.

If my brother were to become a little too attached,

well, that could be a big problem.

[music playing]

- [speaking softly]

- [giggles]

[dramatic spaghetti western music]

♪ ♪

[blade swishes]

- [sharply inhales, exhales]

[chains rattling]

[grunts]

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

- Anyone tell you you snore like sick cow?

- [grunts]

- [laughing]

- [groans]

- Already tried that.

[spoon clatters]

- [breathing quickly]

Where are we?

- Train.

- I mean, where are we going?

- Wherever they go to collect price on your head.

Happy Jack don't like you much.

- It seems to me

he doesn't like you much either.

- So... you tell me.

Where are we going?

- Home.

[laughter]

- Hey, Ah Sahm.

Just, uh, getting Father Jun up to speed on our new alliance.

- How much do you trust Mai Ling to hold up

her end of the deal?

- As long as we're offering something better than war,

we're good.

It doesn't mean I trust her.

- Counterfeiting is risky.

Add to that a partner you can't count on,

and it's just a matter of time before the deal goes sideways.

We need to prepare.

- Father Jun knows a couple of Krauts

who are sitting on a silver claim

a couple of hours east.

Old-school gangsters we can work with.

- Work with how?

- Trade fake chop for silver.

We pay them three times the going rate.

- That's a steep markup.

- It is, but we come away with something of real value,

something we can count on... - Mm-hmm.

- More than our partners.

It's a big move.

You two should talk it over.

- I'm sorry. I think I missed something.

Is Father Jun running the show now?

- Of course not.

I know you two didn't always get along, but--

- We led a coup against him.

- But whatever beef we've had,

he's always put the tong first.

- You're talking about adding another partner.

That's more risk, more exposure.

- It's better than grabbing our ankles

and waiting for Mai Link to fuck us.

- [snickering]

- [sighs]

Okay.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Okay.

- When do you leave?

- We leave tomorrow morning.

What, you thought you were staying home?

I need a translator.

- I don't speak German.

- And I'm betting those Krauts don't speak Cantonese either.

You're coming.

- This sounds like my kind of party.

- You're not coming. - What?

Why the fuck not?

- Someone has to run this place while we're gone.

- Oh...

- The men you kill, who are they?

Enemies?

Friend?

Or maybe family?

- If you wanna get out of here, feel free to pitch in.

- Better to save energy.

- Then stop wasting it talking.

- What is her name?

Men kill for money or love.

You no care for money, so what is her name?

[uneasy music]

Chao maybe die because of you.

Deserve to know why.

- We are both in this mess because of you.

All you deserve is whatever's waiting for you

at the end of the line.

God willing, that's a bullet or a noose.

- You are the one wanted for murder, Agent Lee,

not me.

- You're right, Chao.

Maybe they won't kill you.

Maybe they'll just keep you in chains

the rest of your life.

God.

- And how long will you be gone?

- Um... a couple days.

Maybe three.

Hey, I'll be fine.

- I'm not worried about you.

There are a thousand ways that this could go bad,

and I'm in the middle of all of them.

- That means you're valuable.

No one will touch you.

- Unless your sister betrays your best friend.

And then I'm a target.

Look, they tried killing each other before, right,

so what's stopping them from trying again?

- Right now, they need each other.

They both need you.

- Lucky me.

[slow music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[bucket thuds]

[chains rattling]

- [groans]

[slurping]

- How long no opium?

- I'm fine.

- [sarcastically] You look fine.

- [groans]

Will anyone notice you're missing?

- [sighs]

No.

- I thought Chao was a friend to everyone.

Hm.

- You?

- Abigail.

She won't know how to find me, but she'll try.

- If she want to find you.

She is Happy Jack's sister-in-law, no?

Maybe she tell him about bounty.

Maybe they share.

- [scoffs]

Well, not everyone's like you.

- [chuckles]

Like me?

You think you know Chao, hmm?

- I know enough.

I know you'd sell your own child

if you could turn a profit.

And you'd do just about anything

to anyone for the right price.

[slurping]

- [chuckles]

Such a simple point of view.

Like a stupid child.

Money important, sure.

But money is easy.

Deal is what matter.

Deal is everything.

We shake hand.

Now, you not white. I not Chinese.

Now, we are partner.

You don't like me, so what?

Want to kill me?

Don't matter because we have deal.

Right deal turn slave into man.

Turn man into...

American, huh?

Enough money, make any deal, become anyone.

- Pretty picture.

All I see

is a man who has no loyalties, who has no one,

and stands for nothing.

Now, you like to think that makes you smart.

In my mind, that makes you a coward.

- No, that make me free.

- And how's that working out?

- [laughs loudly]

- Mm.

- He's been missing for two nights now.

It's not like him to stay out without telling me.

- A man gets his fill of home...

his eye tends to wander.

It was only a matter of time.

- Richard's not the wandering kind.

- He wandered into here, didn't he?

[laughs] Looking for his drugs.

- Just tell me you didn't have anything to do with this.

- I told your idiot cop that he was putting you

in danger by being here.

Who knows?

Maybe he finally did the smart thing and left

before getting the both of you killed.

- Insult him all you want.

Richard's ten times the man you are.

[tense music]

- If I was you,

I would walk out of that door right now

before you find out the kind of man I really am.

♪ ♪

[twangy country music]

♪ ♪

- [whistles]

Them Black boys came through in the end, huh?

Worth every penny we paid them.

Ain't that right, Cousin Richie?

♪ ♪

I got to tell you, I ain't never seen

such a fancy chink before.

Fucker stinks, too, huh?

- What do we do with him?

- [sniffs]

Why don't we let Mama decide?

♪ ♪

- Bring him here.

I've been waiting a long time for this day.

What, you got nothing to say to your Aunt Violet?

- Nothing that would change anything.

- Don't you talk down to her, you piece of shit.

You still think you're better than us, huh?

I say we put him down right now.

- No.

He's gonna suffer plenty for what he done,

but not till we get back to Savannah.

We're gonna string you up from that old oak

you used to climb.

The one where I buried my boys.

- Oh, so it's a family reunion then?

- What do you know about family?

Your mama lost two sons in the war,

God rest their souls.

But I reckon you broke her heart worst of all,

killing your own kin.

And for what?

Some doe-eyed coon

spread her legs for the first white man

to come along?

- [grunts]

[horse whinnies]

- Chain him up in the wagon.

We've got a long ride ahead.

- But, Mama, what about the chink?

- Bring him with.

A strong back like his will come in handy.

- [grunts]

[chains rattling]

[classical music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[birds chirping]

- You look put off, Mr. Leary.

- There's nothing but starched shirts

and puckered assholes.

I don't belong here.

- You are the face of San Francisco labor,

and like it or not, these are the men who control it.

They need to know who you are.

- It's a fucking party.

- That's right.

So grab a drink and get comfortable.

- Whiskey.

- Which kind would you like, sir?

- Do I look like I care?

- He'll have the 18-year.

[glasses clinking]

[whiskey pouring]

- Fucking hell.

- [chuckles]

- Another one of those.

Fill the fucking glass up this time.

[sighs]

[Western music]

♪ ♪

[horse whinnies]

[sheep bleats]

♪ ♪

- Whoa-hup!

- If you chinks are looking for work, don't bother.

We're full up.

- You get a lot of chinks in suits

who want to dig holes for you?

Yeah.

Go tell the Krugers Father Jun is here to see them.

- Father who?

- Father Jun, from the Hop Wei tong.

They know him.

- Maybe that's true.

Father Jun from the hip-whatever-the-fuck.

See, I need to know what this is about.

The brothers are busy.

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- They'll make time.

- It's greed, plain and fucking simple.

And if we don't pass laws to protect the workingmen,

they'll grind us up till there's nothing left.

- What did I tell you, William?

If you can abide a little rough language,

my friend Mr. Leary has some compelling ideas

about the future of American labor.

- Indeed.

I can't say I've ever considered the issue

from that perspective.

- It was because you never had to work for your money.

You was born right on top of it.

[laughter]

- If you'll excuse us for a moment.

[clears throat]

Careful not to bite the hand that feeds.

- A fucker like that needs to feel the teeth.

- You're not wrong,

and you certainly made an impression.

But you have to understand,

the wealthy are just like everyone else.

They operate out of self-interest,

and they won't take you seriously

until you're equipped to either give them something they want

or take away something they can't bear to lose.

Let me show you.

- [sniffing]

- The money is perfect.

You won't have any problem passing it off.

- It's all fine and pretty, huh?

Like a-- like a little tiny sparrow.

[chuckling]

- If the money is so good, then why not spend it yourself?

- Well, there's a lot of heat on us right now,

so it's safer outside the city.

- [sniffs]

- [speaking German]

- [speaking German]

- Papa used to own a shipping business.

Had a lot of dealing with Father Jun back in the day.

Then, when I was a boy, he used to scare the piss

out of me 'cause that-- that eye.

He also killed my dog.

Did he tell you?

My hound, Cecil.

- He didn't mention it.

- Oh, you must ask him about it.

- I will.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Uh, you mean right now?

- Oh, yeah.

- Okay.

- [speaking Cantonese]

Cecil.

- [speaking Cantonese]

♪ ♪

- [speaking German]

- [laughs raucously]

- So he didn't kill your dog?

- Oh yes, he did. With a hatchet.

That creature was a demon shit, huh?

$0.25 on the dollar.

4 to 1, and you have a deal.

4 to 1.

- Deal.

[dramatic Western music]

- Wunderbar.

[raucous laughter]

[speaks German]

- Thank you. Thank you very much.

Lovely to see you.

Enjoy the party.

Douglas.

So glad you could make it.

- I was happy to be invited.

Anna's grown into quite a beauty.

- Thank you.

I'm afraid I haven't met your guest.

- Oh, this is Dylan Leary.

He represents the Workingmen's Party.

- Mr. Leary, of course.

Quite a feat you've pulled off, organizing Irish labor.

- Well, the men will always come together

under the threat of a common enemy.

- You're speaking about the Chinese?

- A lot more than I want to be.

- Mr. Leary and I share some concerns

about the future of this city.

We'd love to bend your ear if you're not too busy.

- This is my daughter's engagement party, gentlemen.

If you wanna discuss politics,

we can schedule something for next week.

[chamber music playing]

- Arthur seems like a fine young man.

- Yes, we're quite pleased.

- With an even finer pedigree.

Did you know he's the heir

to the Newhouse Shipping fortune?

- I did not.

- No doubt Mr. Thayer worked very hard

to make this marriage happen.

- [scoffs]

- Of course, the whole thing would fall apart

if the family found out that Anna is, uh,

damaged goods.

- That's outrageous.

I don't know what kind of game you're playing--

- The way I hear it, she had a fling

with one of the servants--

some dago without a pot to piss in--

and found herself in the family way.

Now, this wasn't the kind of future

that Franklin here had in mind for his precious little girl,

so he raised the boy as his own,

sparing Anna the public humiliation

and, of course, protecting her value as a bride.

- What the hell do you want?

- I want you to think about what's best for your family.

♪ ♪

- If you had that kind of dirt on Thayer,

why not use it after he wins the election?

You'd own him.

- Because, at heart, Thayer is an honest man,

and I have absolutely no use for an honest mayor.

♪ ♪

[dramatic Western music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- Thank you. - Bitte.

- Quite an operation you got here.

- I accept your compliment.

We employ more than 600 Chinese on our claim.

They work for scraps, and we get rich.

The American dream, yes?

[both chuckle]

- For someone.

Why a church?

- Well, because nobody was using it.

You see, the Spaniards--

they came to convert the savages, but--

[speaking German]

See, the Spanish, they came to convert the savages,

but the savages didn't want their God,

so they took their scalps instead.

And then, the Mexicans, they killed the savages,

and the Mormons killed the Mexicans.

So much blood spilt in the name of God, huh?

And then we discovered silver.

And once, where there was God,

now there's commerce.

You like pussy, yes?

- Um... yeah.

We like pussy.

- Then you must stay the night.

Eat, drink, fuck our women, huh?

We finish business in the morning.

Good?

- Sure.

- Good.

[speaking German]

- Those crazy fucking Krauts.

I didn't know if they were gonna shoot us or eat us.

- Neither would have surprised me.

- To Cecil.

- Mm.

- That fucking dog.

- To Cecil.

- Mm. - Mm.

Ah.

- Oh.

- [speaking German]

- Valentina wants to know

if she's supposed to fuck all of you or what?

- Just him.

- [speaks German]

Mm.

- Is she all they got?

- What, is she not enough?

- Fuck you. She might kill me.

- Well, what a way to die.

- [laughs]

- I'll wait if you want to go too.

- I'm good.

- Yeah, I guess you're getting all the sticky

you need from our printer.

We'll talk about your shitty judgment later...

if I survive.

[door closes]

Oh.

[groans]

[tense music]

[speaks Cantonese]

- [chuckles]

- [chuckles]

- [grunts]

[moans]

- [groaning]

Ah.

- [speaking German]

- Oh.

Oh.

[both moaning]

- Ah.

[headboard banging]

[both shouting]

- I imagine this must be hard for you.

Having me back.

- If he's happy, I'm happy.

- I'm not sure he is.

Though, to be honest, I don't think he ever has been.

Young Jun came into this world full of piss and vinegar,

and he'll probably leave it the same way.

He needs people around him he can trust.

Right now, he's not sure who that is.

- He's got his brothers.

That hasn't changed.

- It's no secret I never liked you, Ah Sahm.

- Yeah.

- But maybe that's because I didn't understand you.

- And now you do?

- Better than I used to.

Being torn between blood and duty--

that's a hard way to live.

- Not as hard as you think.

Mai Ling tried to have me diced, remember?

- And now we're doing business with her.

The point is, blood is messy.

I think you care about my son, but you're unsettled.

And a man in chaos is chaos first.

- Chaos?

Is that how you see me?

- It's nothing personal.

I was once the same way.

- And what changed?

- I grew the fuck up.

- That good, huh?

- I can't feel my body.

[laughs]

Tell the bartender to bring another bottle.

- I think it's time I turned in.

I'll see you two in the morning.

- Good night, Dad.

- Night.

Tell me everything.

[both laughing]

- No bullshit, man. That girl--ooh.

She was like--

I'm not a religious person or anything,

but I'm pretty damn sure

there was a spiritual experience.

You know what I mean?

- I really don't. - Hmm?

- [laughs]

- Oh, whoa.

Oh, oh, I think she cracked a rib.

Oh.

- [sighs]

- Hey.

I was an asshole before.

You could have let me get on that boat, but you didn't.

- Yeah, well.

- What the fuck is that?

[distant voices]

- You hear that?

[man grunts]

- [shouting in German]

- [speaks Cantonese]

- [shouting] Hey!

What the hell is going on?

- This is a private matter, I'm afraid.

- Oh, yeah? Well, it doesn't look

fucking private to me.

- This half-breed stole scrip from the general store

and must be taught a lesson.

- Well, I think he got the message.

[speaks Cantonese]

- Are we going to have a problem?

[tense music]

- It's up to you.

- What is it?

[speaking German] What is happening?

[sighs] Mein herren, I think we should all just relax, yes?

[boy groans]

- I am really, really sorry that you had to see this,

but, um, larceny is rampant here,

and my brother is what you call, um, uh--

- A stickler.

- A stickler for the rules.

- Stickler, huh?

- Perhaps you would like to go to sleep now, yes?

Tomorrow we all make a shit-ton of money together.

- Hop away.

[leaves rustling]

[hooves clomping]

[wood creaking]

[wheel rattling]

[loud thudding]

[horse whinnies]

- What the fuck was that?

- Yeah, she's stuck good.

- Mm. - Gonna have to dig her out.

- Why should we break our backs?

Chinese are known for their digging skills.

Ain't that right, big boy?

- You, come on.

Start digging.

[chains rattling]

Listen, cocksucker.

You better make yourself useful

or I'm gonna bury you in these here woods.

I said get to work!

Well, goddamn.

- It looks like this one's got a history of bad behavior.

Maybe a few more licks will smarten him up.

- Oh, you're gonna wish you played nice, huh?

[both grunting]

I will cut your fucking teeth out one by one.

- Stop.

It seems like you got a bleeding heart for everyone

but your own kind.

- You've never been my kind.

- Go on, hit him again.

Well, God damn it, Carter.

Shoot his ass.

- [grunts]

- String him up.

Keep your eye on him.

- [breathing heavily]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily]

- Any sign?

♪ ♪

- What are you looking at?

I hate seeing you swept up in all this.

You were always such a good boy, Carter.

Always--always smiling, ever since you were knee-high.

- I ain't a boy anymore.

- No.

I guess it has been a while.

You know, I--

I still remember teaching you how to swim.

Remember when you were six or seven,

out at Crawford's ranch? Do you remember that?

- You need to stop talking to me.

- And you were holding on to my shoulder

like your life depended on it.

And you had this terrified look in the eye, kinda like--

kinda like you do now. - Shut up.

I'm warning you.

- But after a few minutes, you realized

you weren't gonna drown.

You were strong enough to swim on your own.

And you spent the rest of the day chasing mudpuppies,

and I don't think I'd ever seen you so happy.

You were never ever like your brothers.

You were smarter, kinder.

I always figured you'd leave home

and get away from all this.

- Yeah, me too.

And then you went and killed my brothers,

and I had no choice, did I?

And I had to stay to help Mom and Bo.

- I'm sorry, Carter. I...

you know, I never meant to hurt them.

It haunts me every day,

and I know I'll have to answer for it.

But whether I live or die,

you have got to get away from here.

Get away from her

before she turns you into something you're not.

- What the hell is going on here?

- Nothing, Ma.

He was just running his mouth.

- My boys know who they are.

They don't turn on family.

- Damn right.

- Where's the Chinaman?

- Oh, that fucker got away.

- It don't matter. We got bigger fish to fry.

Fix the wagon.

- Well-- - Now, dammit!

In the meantime, why don't you show your cousin who you are?

A soft heart won't do you no favors in this world.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[whip whistles]

- [breathing heavily]

- [whistles]

- A pleasure, as always, Father Jun of the Hop Wei tong.

Come back in four weeks, we do it again, yeah?

- Four week we come.

- Mm.

[speaks German]

The good stuff for the good stuff.

Zum Wohl! - Yum.

- Boy.

[western music]

♪ ♪

- Mm.

- Those twisted fucks came through.

And you thought it was too risky.

- Okay, go ahead, gloat.

You deserve it.

- Damn right I do.

We all do.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[horse whinnies]

- What's going on?

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

- Ah Sahm.

We got the silver.

Let's just get the fuck out of here.

- [screaming] No!

No!

[sobbing]

Oh.

- [whispering] This is our fault.

- Bullshit.

We don't know what happened.

- [crying]

- They wanted us to see him.

See if we do a fucking thing about it.

- [crying]

- [whispers] I'm sorry.

- He didn't steal anything.

He was a good boy.

♪ ♪

[sobbing]

- Don't be stupid.

This place is our meal ticket.

You go back in there, and the deal is dead,

you get me?

This is not your fight.

[resolute music]

♪ ♪

- Yes, it is.

- Fuck.

Wait up, man!

♪ ♪

- Stupid fucking onions.

[wind whistling]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[shouting]

[bullets whizzing]

♪ ♪

- [cries out]

- [growls]

- [grunts]

[grunting, groaning]

[yelling] [knives plunging]

[gunshot]

- It could have been so easy, Hop Wei.

All you had to do was scurry back to your little hole!

Now we are in conflict, yes?

[cackles]

- [grunts]

- [shouting]

[glass shattering]

- [grunts]

[doors slam]

- You should know, Hop Wei.

The boy died like my Cecil:

whimpering and lost, wondering why God had abandoned him.

But in his final moments, he realized.

He learned what we all must eventually.

There is no God.

[gun clicks]

[gunshot]

- [breathing heavily]

[gunshot]

- Fuck.

- [screams]

[grunts] - [groans, thuds]

- [yelling in German]

[knife resounds]

- [breathing heavily]

[bones crunching]

- [groaning]

[body thuds]

- [garbled cry]

[rapid gunfire]

[groaning, grunting]

- [screams]

[body thuds]

- [gagging]

- [breathing heavily]

- Are we good in there?

- All good.

- Holy shit.

Where'd you learn to shoot like that?

- It's a fucking shotgun.

You pick it up and pull the trigger.

[groans]

- Dad!

- [groaning]

Fu--fucking Kraut clipped me.

[groaning]

- He needs a healer.

- [stammering] I'm fine.

- No, you're not.

- Trust me, I've seen worse.

We need to get away before more men come.

- We can find a healer on the way.

- No.

Get me back to Chinatown.

- Come on.

[whip cracking]

- [grunting]

- You took my sons from me.

You cut them down in cold blood

like it was nothing.

Losing a child is like losing a limb.

The pain never dulls. It just grows like the--

the roots of a weed

till it chokes out everything else.

- You ain't done losing them.

- What did you say?

- It's only a matter of time.

Sure, I shot your boys, and that's on me,

but it was you who put them in the firing line.

And when it happens to Bo and Carter,

it'll be you pushing them there too.

- Son of a bitch.

- Time to end this once and for all.

I don't want your blood poisoning the ground

where I laid my sons to rest.

Better you die right here and rot in the sun

like the dog you are.

- [grunts]

[grunting]

[body thuds]

[grunts]

[skull squishes]

[grunts]

- Down!

- [grunts]

[both breathing heavily]

- You came back.

- I needed horse.

- [exclaims]

[rifle clicks]

- [breathing unsteadily]

- Carter.

Carter, put the gun down.

- What?

So you do me like you done them?

- You put the gun down, you can walk away.

I promise you.

No, no, no!

[gunshot] [body thuds]

[chains rattling]

[sobbing]

[crickets chirping]

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

[horse whinnying]

♪ ♪

[blade swishes]

- [rapping in a Chinese language]