All language subtitles for Warrior.S03E01.1080p.x265-ZMNT[eztv.re]_Track03

Come here.

You know me?

Everyone knows you.

You know Young Jun?

Tell him it's time.

Go.

What's going on here?

Hey, how's it going?

You guys seem to have
wandered off

Long Zii territory.

It's okay.

We all get turned around
now and then.

I'd be happy to point you
in the right direction.

You're the one who's
turned around, motherfucker.

Wow, you escalated that
pretty fast.

Usually there's
a little more repartee,

a few zingers

before the hatchets come out,
you know?

Walk away, asshole.

We fought the ducks together
for one day.

Now Mai Ling thinks she can
just set up opium dens

in Hop Wei territory?

That's against the treaty.

And, you know,
basic common sense.

So take your molasses,
get the fuck out of here,

or I'll take it,

and then you'll have to explain
to Mai Ling

how you lost your opium
and got your asses kicked.

Huh.

Still gonna feed you
that hatchet in three seconds.

Listen to me,
you dumb fuck...

- Two.
- I don't know what you think

- is gonna happen here.
- One.

It's not gonna end well.

- All right, let's go, boys!
- Yeah!

Let's go get 'em!

Now, boys. Let's go!

Come on.

Hey, how's it going?

You know there's a door
right there.

Shut up and help me up.

San Francisco police!

Stand down!

Hey!

Get up!

Police! Hold your ground!
Hold your ground!

Ah Sahm!

Don't move.

Put your hands
where I can see 'em.

It's not my hands
you have to worry about.

Yeah?

You think you can kick
faster than a 12-gauge?

They finally put this place
back together,

and you and the Long Zii are
out here

tearing it apart again.

You're the one coming in here
every day with an army of cops,

busting heads.

Because it's fucking chaos here.

Only since you cops started
cracking down in Chinatown.

Hey, I was here
during that riot

trying to keep
your people safe.

We don't need you
to keep us safe.

We need you to stay the hell
out of our business.

Tong business.

I mean every business
the cops have shut down

with these bullshit ordinances.

People are starving.

And how are your turf wars
gonna feed them?

Fuck's sake!

Get the fuck out of here.

Little shit.

Stone, no shooting!
We're pulling out.

- What are you talking about?
- Fight's over.

We're not here
to start it up again.

Come on! Let's fall back!

Fuck, Bill.

Something on your mind?

Ever since
the chief kicked it,

you've had your eye
on his damn job.

And you're tying our fucking
hands behind our backs.

You sure you wanna speak
to the new chief that way?

You're not him yet.

And where is Mr. Greer? Hmm?

Hey, Greer!

Greer!

Mr. Greer.

So good to see you again.

- 100 for the lot?
- As agreed.

They look kinda old.

100, you get old.

200, you get new.

I say this. You choose 100.

I know what I chose.

I just wanna make sure
they work.

I test all myself.

Oh, yeah?

And I'm supposed to take
your word for it?

Hey.

"Hey" what?

Think anyone's gonna miss
one uppity Chinaman?

You got something to say?

One...

hundred...

dollar.

You're one ballsy Chinaman,
I'll give you that.

"One hundred dollar."

Now get the fuck out of here.

[in Cantonese]
These fucking bulls.

Suddenly you can't throw a stick
in Chinatown

without hitting one.

[in English]
Used to be the Chinatown squad was a joke.

Now they got half the police
force cracking skulls.

It's all politics.

Ducks are just trying to look
tough before the election.

Yeah, but why
they gotta shut down

all my favorite spots, though?

I finally find
a decent egg tart,

and bang,
Mr. Gaoyuan is gone, man.

Meanwhile, Mai Ling breaks
the treaty

and we can't even retaliate

because of all
these damn bulls.

We're losing protection money
and we're losing guys.

Either we find a way
to dodge these ordinances

- or we're fucked.
- Yeah.

Young Jun.

I am, uh, honored.

And I am, uh, pissed off.

I'm only here because my men
have come up empty-handed

two weeks in a row.

I know, and I'm sorry,

but the bulls shut us down
twice in the last month.

These are tough times
for all of us.

But that doesn't absolve us
of our debts.

I'm happy to pay
for the protection, but...

I don't see
that we're protected now.

Do you really wanna talk
to me like that?

I don't have the money
to pay you.

I'm just telling you how it is.

Your father would've
understood.

My father isn't
running things anymore.

I am.

So if I were you, I'd leave him

the fuck out
of this conversation.

If he could see you now...

This fucking onion.

Hey, let's--

let's let Hong handle this, huh?

It's okay. You're the boss.

You shouldn't be collecting anyway...

Boss.

You better watch the way
you fucking talk to me,

old man.

Handle it.

Young Jun. Hey, hey.

What the fuck was that?

What?

Getting in my way like that!

You were beating
on an old man.

I was making a fucking point.

He disrespected me.

You want respect,

you're not gonna get it by
flying off the fucking handle.

Don't you ever challenge me
in public again.

It's getting dangerous
out there.

Fuck.

The bulls are coming
in larger numbers,

shutting down businesses,
damaging our property.

Our unity might be
the only weapon we have

against this enemy.

The Jiang Yao Tong
has always enjoyed

a friendship with the Long Zii.

But the truth is,
the more tongs there are,

the more we are divided.

And so as you asked

and under the terms
you stipulated,

the Jiang Yao Tong are honored
to become part of the Long Zii.

We pledge our blades,
our blood,

and our souls to the Long Zii
and to its leader,

Mai Ling.

Kong Pak.

After leading a tong
for so long,

I'm sure this was not
an easy decision.

It wasn't.

But when you're given
no choice,

the choice becomes clear.

Li Yong tells me
you're a great warrior...

And an honorable man.

I hope you will sit
on my council with the elders.

It would be my honor.

Well, then...

Welcome to the Long Zii.

I am Irish. Dublin-born.

And it pains me,
as I'm sure it does

everyone on this council,
to be unable

to hire Irish labor.

But with lumber prices
bleeding me dry,

I just don't have the margins.

If you don't have the margins
to pay a living wage,

you're doing something wrong.

It's a wage
the Chinese can live on.

A dog could live on it too,
but that doesn't make it right.

Mr. Leary,
we've been through this.

If you would simply study
the economics--

I understand the economics.

Well, then why don't you
explain them to me?

Because clearly, we're seeing
the numbers differently.

I'll give you a number.

25,000.

What's that?

That's how many chinks
there are in this city.

And not a single damn one
of them can vote.

Now...

do you happen to know

how many Irish there are
in San Francisco?

I have no idea.

Well, Mr. Buckley does.

He's got that special election
to win.

And I got 30,000 votes he needs
to do it.

How many votes do you have?

Mr. Leary, you've been
on this council long enough

to know we all want
the Chinese gone, but given--

But that won't stop you all

from making
every last buck you can

while they're still here.

If I could show you what I am
paying for steel and lumber--

So negotiate
with your suppliers!

You think I haven't?
It's all I do!

Enough.

We're going round in circles.

That's because no one ever says
anything new.

Welcome to politics,
Mr. Leary.

Now, I move to adjourn.

Seconded.

Fuck.

I've got seniority.

And Flannagan himself
recommended me for the position

before he passed.

So what's Mr. Buckley
waiting for?

He needs a police chief,
doesn't he?

I think he's just
sorting himself out.

He's focused on keeping
his own job right now.

He practically gave you
the keys to the city

when you arrested
that swordsman.

It will happen,
and when it does,

I will be out of Chinatown
for good.

I miss you.

I miss my family.

Please come home.

Get out of Chinatown,
and we can talk about it.

Molly. Michael.
Cut it out right now.

Some whiskey, Bill?

Thank you.

And how did that go?

Okay, I think.

And the chief job?

- Any day now.
- Excellent.

Well, you have
a wonderful family,

but it's a large one.

And I would love to get
these people out of my house.

Michael, stop doing that
to your sister.

Molly, look after your brother.

Headed back to Sonoma?

Just a weekend trip.

So is someone running
the place while you're gone,

or is it on the honor system?

Chao will keep an eye
on things.

- Chao?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, and who is keeping
an eye on him?

Feels like you're gone more
than you're here these days.

Miss me?

Things are getting worse
out there.

I'm of no use to you
right now.

How's the shoulder?

Mm, I'm starting to be able
to move it again.

How are things at the Hop Wei?

Not great.

And Young Jun?

Doesn't take a lot
to set him off these days.

Doing what I can
to keep him on point.

If Young Jun can't
find his way as a leader,

there's nothing you can do
about it.

Some things are beyond
even your control.

Yeah, maybe I should just
start leaving town with you.

There's plenty of room
in the carriage.

Mai Ling.

Mr. Buckley.

How goes the campaign?

Running for a position
I already have,

it's a tricky business.

You mean democracy.

Politics.

Glad-handing. Crowd-pleasing.
It's not in my nature.

I'm sure.

You know, if it helps,

an old Chinese philosopher
once said,

"No one is ever defeated

until defeat has been accepted
as reality."

Thank you. It doesn't.

You caused quite a fracas
the other day.

It was a misunderstanding.

You were making a move
into Hop Wei territory.

I'm keeping the police
off your back

as per our arrangement,

but expanding your operations

was never part
of the agreement.

Then I'll change
our agreement.

You offered me
some Chinese wisdom.

I will offer you some American.

Benjamin Franklin said,

"Necessity never made
a good bargain."

You might think you have me
at a disadvantage

with that
incriminating photograph,

but there's only so far
you can push me

before I decide your leverage
isn't worth the price.

No more moves.

No more violence of any kind
until after the election.

Understood.

Believe me,

the Long Zii greatly value
our relationship

with the mayor
of San Francisco.

For your campaign.

If the glad-handing ever gets
to be too much,

just do what I do.

Imagine your knife
in their throat.

Here you go, boys.

We closed our tab.

This round's on me.

Charity?

It's just a round, Killy.

Wouldn't need your round
if we were working.

I thought the idea of you
joining the city council

was to get rid of the Chinese
and get us all working again.

What the fuck do you think
I'm doing?

You think I like
sitting 'round a table

with those fat fucks
talking down to me?

I can't just force them
to write new laws.

Listen.

It's like anything else, right?

You find the pressure points,

and then you dig
your thumbs in.

These things take time.

Ooh, careful there.

You're even starting to sound
like a politician.

You're an asshole
when you're drunk, Killy.

And a cunt when I'm sober.

Whiskey, three glasses.

- Anything else?
- That's all.

What time is it?

Bedtime.

Earn your keep, baby.

Hey!

- You all right?
- I'm all right. I'm all right.

Hey! Come here.

Hey!

Get the fuck off me!

Hey, what are you doing?
He's robbing me!

It's nine drinks
between the two of you,

plus everything you broke.

He didn't pay
for his fucking drinks.

So take that up with him!

Now, I see you in here again,

I'ma hang you up
like Mama's wet washing.

What?

Just go.

- Asshole!
- My hero.

Just keeping the peace.

Richard?

Bad one?

Um, not--not too bad.

What the fuck is this?

Standard hatchet,
bevel blade, U.S. steel.

The Long Zii use these.

And you make it for them.

I didn't make this.

But you do deal with them.

- Hatchets?
- The Long Zii.

I deal with a lot of people.

Hmm.

You sit here drinking
like you're one of us,

but tomorrow, you might sell
the blade that kills me.

Or I might save your life.

Your father understood
the value

of an independent contractor
with his ear to the streets.

My father valued loyalty
above all.

And so do I.

At some point, you're gonna
have to choose a side.

You know, Zing said
the exact same thing to me.

Ask for my help,
and I will happily give it.

But don't threaten me.

Doesn't work.

- Something up?
- I don't trust him.

It's Chao.
You pay and he delivers.

And that's what you trust.

Cause and effect, right?

It's very Buddhist.

You a Buddhist?

Fuck no.

Come on, boss.

You here to fuck with Chao
or to get some sticky?

Hey.

- What was that?
- Just the new boss flexing.

Think he's starting
to get paranoid.

This business about Mai Ling

being your sister
isn't helping matters.

I mean,
what'd you think would happen?

I just didn't figure
she would tell him.

It was a cold and reckless

and ultimately brilliant move
on her part.

Classic Mai Ling.

I think he's still worried
about it.

He should be.

Chao, I am loyal to the tong.

You crossed the salt
to find her.

And she ordered my death.

Family can be complicated.

- Look, if you ask me...
- I didn't.

I don't see you moving
against your own sister,

and neither does Young Jun.

You've gotta keep an eye
on him.

He's not his father.

He goes off the wrong way,

he could bring down
the whole tong.

We might not have to wait
that long.

The bulls are bleeding us dry.

We don't have the chop
to pay for our molasses,

and now Happy Jack won't
release the product.

None of which reflects well
on the new boss.

I get it. Hmm.

I may be able to help.

Yeah?

I delivered some shooters
to these guys on the docks.

While I was there, I saw cash.

Piles of it.

We're not thieves, Chao.

Now is exactly the wrong time
to get proud.

Now is the time to adapt
or die.

Sergeant O'Hara.

May I have a moment?

Of course, Mr. Mayor.

I know you've been waiting
for news

ever since Chief Flannagan
passed away,

and I appreciate your patience.

Of course, sir.

I know conventional wisdom
has you next in line for chief.

But based on a number
of extenuating factors...

I'm afraid I've had to go
another way.

Another way?

I expect you to be
a professional about this.

Sergeant O'Hara,
meet Colonel Benjamin Atwood,

our new chief of police.

Sergeant.

I'm sorry.

Who the hell is this?

Chief Atwood comes to us
from New York City,

where he was
extremely successful

in bringing to bear
his military experience,

as well as the law,
to clean up their Chinatown.

San Francisco is
nothing like New York.

No.

But the Chinese are the Chinese
everywhere, aren't they?

Mr. Gumm, why don't you show
the chief to his new office?

I'm sure he'd like
to get started right away.

That job was mine.

Only in your mind.

I'm facing an election,

and a significant pillar
of my platform

is bringing order to Chinatown.

And that riot left
our citizens shaken,

wondering how vulnerable
they are

to savage foreigners
living in their midst.

And I am the one
who brought order to that riot.

Maybe.

But I would argue
that the entire thing happened

because you failed to transport
a single prisoner--

the man who murdered our mayor,
I might add.

It's not as simple as that,
and you know it.

The voters
don't want excuses.

They want results.

And Atwood gets results.

He will tear Chinatown apart

and put the fear of God
into those heathens.

He's an outsider.
These are my men.

You can't expect them
to just follow him.

He brought some of his own
men from New York.

The rest will take their cues
from you,

and if you can't deliver
those cues,

you can deliver me
your resignation

by the end of the day.

Sergeant.

I've been waiting for you.

I come as early as I can.

Oh!

[in Cantonese]
How are you, Lai?

Yes, I'll be staying for a few days.

Mm!

Come inside.

You see black on wall?

This from fire.

You remember riot?

After the mayor die,

many fire.

Yes.

That was a horrible time.

But Chinese people work hard.

Build back their home, hmm?

It should
never have happened.

Well, they did kill
the mayor.

Frannie!

Very sad what happen
to your mayor.

Maybe a Chinese man kill him.

Maybe not.

There bad Chinese people

and maybe bad white people too, no?

But most of us good,

right?

- Of course.
- Of course.

This way!

Please meet Mai Ling.

Very successful businesswoman
in Chinatown.

Oh, my.

She's really beautiful.

Thank you.

So are you.

Would you like to come inside
and have some tea?

I've just finished renovating,

and it's been ages
since I've had any guests.

You speak like an American.

When in Rome.

Please. Come in.

I was forced into marriage
with a very powerful warlord.

He was cruel to me.

And there was nowhere in China
I could run

where he wouldn't find me.

And so I started secretly
bringing weapons from his home

to the market and selling them.

He had so many.
Never missed them.

And eventually,
I had enough money

for a ticket to America.

My Lord.

What would he have done
if he had caught you?

He would have killed me.

Oh, but if I had stayed,

he would have
eventually killed me anyway.

Or I would have killed myself.

And now you have men
working for you.

I have to imagine there were
almost no opportunities

for a Chinese woman here.

It's really very impressive.

How did you do it?

Well, I just have one rule, really.

But it's--it's served me well.

Be smarter.

Than whom?

Than the men.

Thank you for having us
in your home.

It was so inspiring
to hear your story.

We're having a small reception
in a few days.

Just some close friends.

But I think they would love
to hear your story.

And it would be
such a unique opportunity

for people to meet

a truly exceptional
Chinese woman

who has overcome so much.

You're inviting me
to your home?

Yes.

And I insist you come.

The details are on the card.

Goodbye.

Chao did well.

That group was much better
than the last one.

Our new house is
already paying dividends.

You disapprove.

I just don't like the way
they look at you.

They are fascinated with us.

If I can gain their trust,

I can make them see us
as people to do business with.

Chinatown is getting smaller.

We need to expand beyond it.

Out in the pond,
not everyone hates us.

They'll never treat us
as equals.

No.

But the ducks are greedy.

And our money is as good
as anyone else's.

Does it still hurt?

Not so much.

I move fine, no?

Yes, you do.

By the way, I think I may have
found another property.

Just a few miles from here.

Another one?

We could help more girls.

Maybe I buy it with you.

If you want to, yes.

It's very nice here.

With you.

Yeah?

Well, maybe you should consider
staying longer.

Longer? How long?

Always.

Always?

Why not?

You're here so much these days
as it is.

Hmm.
I have business in Chinatown.

This is better business.

Maybe it's time
to think about a change.

Huh?

Maybe.

You're getting slow
in your old age.

You want some company?

You sure you're up for it?

I'm sure I'm not.

My ribs still remember
the last time you hit me.

Mm-hmm.

I have a better idea.

Look, you know
if I had the choice,

I would not have joined
the Long Zii.

But I have to say,
if nothing else,

it's nice to be
your brother in arms again.

It's been too long since
we fought on the same side.

I agree, brother.

Our friendship kept the peace

between our tongs
for many years.

Yes, it did.

If only you had a friend
like me in the Hop Wei.

The thing is, the Hop Wei are
less of a threat today

than they were yesterday.

Maybe.

But Ah Sahm is
no less dangerous.

Don't worry about Ah Sahm.

The beauty of no longer being
the head of a tong

is that I don't worry
about anything.

I leave that to you.

You know,

we all believed
you would take over

when Long Zii died.

Wasn't that your understanding
with the old man?

Mai Ling has done more
for the tong

than I ever could have.

I'm not a leader.

To Long Zii.

To the Long Zii.

Are you kidding me?

Just wanted you to know
that I'm still holding onto it.

In case, you know,
you ever wanna come back.

I could really use you,

what with this new chief
and all.

I thought you were
supposed to be the new chief.

I thought so too.

Mr. Buckley felt otherwise.

I'm sorry, Bill.

But I'm not coming back.

Now you sound like my wife.

She's still at her sister's?

The plan was,
I was gonna be chief

and out of Chinatown,
and she'd come home.

Now, I have no idea
how to get her back.

Bill.

It's bad enough
you drink for free.

If you start recruiting,

I'm gonna have to break
your legs.

Yes, ma'am.

Do I need to worry about you?

No more than usual.

Good.

That's a good woman
you've got there.

Sweet as stolen honey.

But she can ride
the rough string.

Right.

I assume that was you
agreeing with me.

I'll be seeing you.

She'll come back, Bill.

Just give her time.

That's what she said
about you.

Turns out, you're both idiots.

What's this?

Those are your new
lumber prices.

I paid Sanderson a visit
last night.

What'd you do to him?

I negotiated.

And now you have the margins
to hire Irish labor.

He'll honor these numbers?

He will.

They don't completely bridge
the gap,

but they do give me room
to maneuver.

You understand your men will be
working alongside the Chinese.

Will they agree to that?

How many men?

15.

20.

Done.

Good evening.

What the fuck is this?

Watch out.

Watch out for what, motherfucker?

Huh?

That.

Hey, you!

Oh.

Hey, asshole.

Think you're gonna rob us?

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

Oh, God!

You get what you pay for.

So where's this money?

- It was right here.
- Are you kidding me?

I don't see any money, Chao.

What the hell is this?

Something better.

The fuck
are you talking about?

You know,
my father always said,

the best way to make money...

is to make money.