All language subtitles for Warrior.S03E02.1080p.x265-ZMNT[eztv.re]_Track03

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Morning, gentlemen.

What's going on here?

I'm Special Agent Moseley.

This is Special Agent Donaldson.

We're with the United States
Secret Service.

Secret Service?

Mm-mm.

Never heard of it.

Yeah, we get that a lot.

The reason you haven't heard
of the Secret Service

is, well, because it's secret.

We're part
of the Treasury Department...

Which I can see
doesn't ring a bell, either.

What kind of cargo
you boys hauling today?

We don't load it.

If there's a paycheck in it,
we don't ask.

You mind if I check the back?

Just a quick look,
you'll be on your way.

Go on, then. Get it done.

Ahh!

Oh, God!

Oh...

You shot me in the hand!

Well, you shot my partner.

And the only reason
I'm not wiping your brains

off my boots right now
is that we haven't

finished our conversation.

Jesus Christ.

Your dead friends
were printing

counterfeit bills in here.

I'm guessing the press
was right there.

Now someone's absconded
with it,

along with the plates
for those bills.

And I need to find them.

I don't know.

Everything was here
when I picked up the money.

That's disappointing.

Was that all the men,
or were there more?

I don't know.

You don't know much, do you?

There was a guy.

What guy?

Ah, fuck!

Ah!

I don't know,
some Chinese fella.

Ah, fuck...

Tell me about
this Chinese fella.

You've been at it
fucking night and day,

and this is the best
you've got?

These onions don't know
what they're fucking doing.

We need people who specialize
in this kind of work.

No, no outsiders.

You want to do this?

Or you want to do this right?

If you got the chop
you promised us,

we wouldn't have to do it
at all.

We can bring in
someone local,

someone we can control.

But Chao's right.

We can't do this on our own.

It's your call.

I want you on this.

Get me?

I get you.

It sounds like you have
someone in mind.

Maybe.

Nobody fucking move!

Get up!

Here, you--relax!

We're the San Francisco
Police Department.

Get the hell out of here!

This building
and all its tenants

are in violation
of the Cubic Air Ordinance,

and this property must be
vacated by order of the mayor.

Now round 'em up
and get 'em out!

What's this?

How can anyone live like this?

Get over here!

Is this really necessary, sir?

He threatened
an officer of the law.

He waved a fucking spatula!

Are you questioning
my method, Sergeant O'Hara?

I am just trying
to figure out

what we're doing here is all.

Well, it's not your job
to figure.

It's your job
to follow my orders!

Hit him again!

Now!

"Despite only recently
entering the public sphere,

"Mr. Thayer has displayed
both a refreshing

"plainspokenness and an almost
pathological lack of guile.

"One might worry about
such a man among the pit vipers

"of San Francisco politics
if not for the sense

"that his unabashed
Americanness will provide

sturdy enough armor
to withstand them."

Jesus, with press like this,

why even bother
with the campaign?

Well, he's young,
handsome, good lineage.

You can see why he's popular.

Maybe you'd prefer
to work for him.

Of course not.

Just because a man knows
how to present himself

does not mean he knows
the first thing

about running a city,

though I'm not quite sure
the voters

will appreciate
the distinction.

He's got a good deal of support
among the industrialists.

Well, of course he does.

I'm saddled with cleaning up
an entire city.

They're only concerned
with their finances.

Speaking of finances,
the state attorney

for the late Mayor Blake

has been questioning
recent expenses.

Will it be a problem?

I don't think so.

But you custodianship
of the Blake estate

is still predicated on his
oversight and justification

of all expenditures.

Mayor Blake would have
wanted me to keep

his political legacy alive,
as would his wife,

had she not fallen ill.

That should be
justification enough.

I can sell that.

Let's just hope she doesn't
recover anytime soon,

'cause you'll need
every last dime

of Blake's fortune
to mount a winning campaign

against Thayer.

She's not going anywhere.

I'll make sure of that.

There he is. Mr. Mayor!

This way, please.
One by yourself.

Mr. Mayor?

Chief Atwood,
excellent work today.

Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

And hold.

Thank you all for coming.

Today, our new chief of police,
Colonel Benjamin Atwood,

carried out a successful raid
in Chinatown,

shuttering yet another breeding
ground of vice and disease.

Can I help you gentlemen?

We're looking for someone

I'm told might be employed hereabouts,

name of Lee.

Doesn't ring a bell.

I see.

Maybe a picture will help.

Good-looking fella, ain't he?

All you gotta do is point us
in the right direction.

Well, all right, then.

You all right?

Richard?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm good.

Are you?

- Fine.
- Yeah.

Did anyone hear?

I don't think so.

Lock up behind me.

Whoa. Where you going?

To get Jack.

We knew what might happen
if men came looking for you.

Now we gotta deal with it.

Are you sure
we can trust him?

A couple of dead
white men in his bar?

He'll take care of it.

Don't worry.

I'm not gonna tell him
why they were here.

Are you settling in?

You've been most welcoming.

Well, I'm grateful
to have you with us,

especially during
such complicated times.

Thank you.

What are your thoughts
on the Hop Wei?

You lost quite a few men
the other day,

from what I understand.

Yes, Li Yong thinks
we're being too aggressive.

What do you think?

Li Yong is a great fighter

because he knows when to strike

and when to hold his ground.

So you agree with him?

Young Jun isn't half
the leader his father was,

or that you are,
for that matter.

Flattery?

It's more about him than you.

Under his leadership,

the Hop Wei's fortunes
have suffered.

They're growing more desperate
every day.

My advice would be to let them
bleed out naturally.

Hmm.

Well, patience has never been
my strong suit.

My mother used to say,
have patience,

and the grass will be milk
soon enough.

What does that mean?

I don't know,
but it sounds wise, doesn't it?

Mr. Merriweather,

I got word
you were looking for me.

Yes, thank you for coming,
Mr. Leary.

So, as agreed, I hired
the men you recommended.

But since then, they've
given me nothing but grief--

taunting the Chinese,
starting fights.

I'll talk to them.

Those Donahue boys,

they beat up
two skilled laborers today.

I've lost hours
I can't afford to lose.

I gave you my word, Mr. Leary.

If your men can't
make it work--

I'll take care of it,
all right?

Donahues!

Mr. Leary.

Those chinks
you knocked around

cost Merriweather a day's work.

It's coming out
of your pockets.

Mr. Leary, please.

I promised you jobs.

You got jobs.

Keep your mouth shut
and your hands to yourself,

and fucking do 'em.

- You wouldn't.
- What the fuck you say to me?

It ain't right
that we gotta work

with these fucking chinks.

And we're not the only ones
who feel that way.

Is that right?

Put your shovel down
and both of you get out.

You can't--
you can't fire us.

You think there aren't
10 other Irishmen

waiting to take your place,
you ungrateful pricks?

Get the fuck out!

And that goes
for every one of you!

You don't want this job,

I'll give it to someone
who does.

If you've got
a problem with that,

well, you know where
to fucking find me.

Let's go inside.

Sergeant, a word, please.

What is it?

I'm trying to accomplish
something here.

And I can only do so if
my chain of command is strong.

I know you wanted the job.

And if that's gonna be
an issue,

well, I'm sure
there's plenty of work

out there for a man
of your experience.

I'm friends
with the Pinkertons.

I can put in a good word.

Is that all?

I hope so.

Who let you in here?

Rutherford B. Hayes.

I'm joking, sort of.

I'm Agent Edmund Moseley,
United States Secret Service.

We're part of the Treasury.

Yes, I know
who the Secret Service is.

What's your business here?

Right to the point.

Okay, then.

I understand
you have a division

assigned solely to Chinatown.

I'll need to see
their personnel files.

For what purpose?

Well, because I'm gonna need
some of them to assist me.

I'm also gonna need
an office and a holding cell.

Mr. Moseley, is it?

Whatever your business is here,

it's got nothing to do
with me or my men.

We have our hands full
as it is.

And there's no time to give you
a fucking tour of Chinatown.

So if there's nothing else,
I've got work to do.

So it's gonna be
that kind of meeting?

Yes, I'm afraid it is.

I came in here as a courtesy,
Chief Atwood.

The truth is I don't need your
permission or your blessing.

In fact, I've already taken
a holding cell and an office.

Who the fuck
do you think you are?

I am a federal officer
empowered by

the President
of the United States,

and you will render
any assistance I ask for

with a fucking smile,

or I'll have you working
out of the basement

while I make this office
mine own.

Yeah,

I guess it is
that kind of meeting.

Easy, Uncle.

I'm not here to collect.

We're having some trouble

with the printing press.

Thought maybe you could come
take a look.

What does the Tong need
with a press?

That's not important.

What's important is...

I can clear your debt,

if you can make it work.

That's very generous of you,

but these machines,
each one is different.

I really wouldn't know
where to start.

And my boy,
he's only just beginning.

If you need to print something,

why not just use ours?

Yeah, that won't work.

Of course.

Ah, I wish I could help.

Yeah, me too.

Guess I'll have to find
someone else.

Are you stupid?

Me?

He could have wiped out
our debt.

I crossed the South to get
away from gangsters like him,

not to work for them.

Father's right.

We don't need that kind
of trouble around here.

No one asked you.

Why don't you go
and make dinner?

Ah.

Why don't you say that
to me again, huh?

I dare you.

That's enough,
the both of you.

Go back to work.

- Ah!
- Black four!

Okay, step up.

Who's next?

Here we go.

Two whiskey, please.

Yeah, all right.

From far away
across the sea

A certain song
keeps haunting me

Here you go.

It brings me back
once more to Monte Cristo

The music of your voice,
it seems

Rings softly to me
in my dreams

I can't forget those nights
in Monte Cristo

Though many moons
have passed since then

We'll meet again,
I wonder when

Beneath the scarlet skies
in Monte Cristo

And then I'll hold you close
once more

The same as
many moons before

Beneath the scarlet skies
in Monte Cristo

Hong, let's get
the fuck out of here!

What about the drinks?

We'll get some at Ah Toy's.

This place is bad luck.

I want to fuck it away.

Hong, let's go!

Do you know these assholes?

Never seen
either of them before.

People around here know
not to rob one of my places.

Must be from out of town.

Where you taking 'em?

I know a guy.

Pays good money
for fresh corpses.

No questions.

Then I guess
it's your lucky day.

Hey, cop.

I'm not a cop.

People try to rob you
at my place,

you let them fucking rob you.

Negro woman shoots white man,

nobody cares
if it was self-defense.

Her husband, my brother,
got killed for less.

I didn't know.

There's a lot you don't know.

So know this.

I no like you.

I no like you live here.

I no like you with her.

You hide it well.

Just give it time.

Maybe I'll grow on you.

You okay?

What's done is done.

We didn't have to do it
that way.

If I didn't pull
that trigger,

you'd be on your way
to Georgia right now.

Far as I'm concerned,
wasn't much of a choice.

If they found me,
others will too.

Look, I know
what you're gonna say,

but maybe we should just
get out of town.

And where would we go,
Richard?

I don't know.

It's a big country.

The price on your head says
it isn't big enough.

Besides, where else

is a Negro lady gonna run
a bar like this,

make the money I do?

There's nothing out there
for me.

My only question for you is...

am I worth the risk?

You read the duck paper now?

If we're gonna be working
with duck businesses,

we have to understand
their world.

Muchen reached out.

He asked to meet.

Really?

I was surprised as you.

Three Brothers are one
of the last tongs

to resist joining us.

You don't like Muchen?

Our men have discipline, honor.

Not everyone can become
Long Zii.

And once he answers to you,
he'll change.

Zing didn't.

Take the meeting.

Bring Kong Pak.

And if you think
Muchen is serious,

I'll meet with him myself.

This.

If the ducks don't get us
one way,

they'll get us another.

Yet we're still here.

We can't buy, we trade.

They close our shops,
we sell in the streets.

We're survivors.

Maybe, but it gets pretty
exhausting after a while.

Surviving?

Being hated.

Don't say it.

They worship you.

Hmm.

They don't know me.

They know you fought back.

How's Lai?

She plants.

She stomps grapes.

She has friends.

She smiles.

She hasn't touched a sword
since she left Chinatown.

How about you?

Think you'll pick one up again?

I don't know.

Out in Sonoma,
away from all of this...

Nellie and I may actually
have a chance at something.

Something...

More than this?

Yeah.

Ah.

Good for you.

I'm not entirely sure

what you'd like me to do,
Mr. Leary.

What you fucking promised!

Outlaw Chinese labor
once and for all.

I built my platform
around it,

but I can only accomplish
so much as interim mayor.

Once I win the election,
I will be armed

with the mandate of the people.

These half measures,
they're--

they're not gonna cut it.

Don't forget,

you need my votes.

Oh, I'm well aware.

But unfortunately
for the both of us,

Thayer supports Chinese labor.

If I lose, the Irish lose too.

You may not like it,

but we're stuck
with each other.

You're right.

I don't like it.

You're just gonna
have to trust me.

Trust you?

You are a fucking politician!

So are you, Mr. Leary.

If you fuck me on this...

You're the, uh,
printer's daughter?

My name is Yan Mi.

I'm Ah Sahm.

Yeah, I know who you are.

So where's your broken press?

But your father said--

He didn't want to get
mixed up with gangsters.

Can you blame him?

And you do?

I just want
what you promised us.

So where's your press?

You sure you can fix it?

Not out here, I can't.

Look, is there someone else
I should be talking to?

Just me.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

Come on.

Great.

Well, it's not broken.

Then what are we doing wrong?

How much time do you have?

Your press is fine.

You just have no idea
how to fine-tune it

for the bills
you're trying to print.

Who said anything
about bills?

Green ink,
scraps lying around.

It's pretty obvious.

You think
you could do better?

No.

I know I could.

What makes you so sure?

Because I'm a printer,

and you're a bunch
of gangsters.

You believe this girl?

It's obvious from the ink
splatter all over your press

you're pouring your ink
from the top.

You really should be
dabbing it on

with a palette knife.

You're over-inking like crazy.

Go on.

Well, if you don't know
not to pour,

you're probably also
not letting the ink roll out

long enough
before you start printing.

Also...

I'd be willing to bet
that your bills are turning out

thicker than real ones.

We're using
the same paper stock.

No, you're not.

It's close.

Not close enough.

I know what you need.

And I know where to get it.

Sounds like
she knows her shit.

I guess we'll see.

What's your end?

I want you to leave
my father's shop alone.

No more protection money,

no collections of any kind,

ever.

Take her to get
whatever she needs.

Guess that means
you're hired.

Mr. Leary,
thank you for coming.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Pierce?

What did Lymon tell you?

Only that you have
a business proposition for me.

Hmm.

As an entrepreneur,

I have my hand in
a number of different pies.

But the cornerstone
of my business

is infrastructure,
which is railway lines,

all of which require--

Steel.

Precisely.

Unfortunately, there are only
so many manufacturers

who can supply me with

the quality of steel
that I require.

And one of my competitors
is using

his considerable
purchasing power

to strongarm
these manufacturers

into making him
their sole client.

You'll forgive me if I don't
take up a collection for you.

My point is,

this competitor of mine
is not playing fair.

So I can't afford to, either.

We all have families to feed,
Mr. Leary.

What I'd like is for you
to pay this man a visit

and convince him to play fair.

Mm.

Is that what you
and your fat cat friends

think of me, huh,

that I'm just some thug
that'll do your bidding?

What I think, Mr. Leary,

is that I need men to build
my bridges, lay my track--

working men in great numbers.

But I can't hire 'em
if there's nothing to build.

Let me take her.

Thanks, Maggie.

She's crawling now.

Is she?

Everywhere.

- I can barely keep up.
- Hmm.

I think she may be
the one that breaks me.

Well, we knew
she'd be trouble.

I need my family, Lucy.

This is torture.

You have a big heart, Bill,

and a short memory.

We'll come home
when things are settled.

It was settled.

That job was mine,
and then fucking Buckley!

I--

I am trying
to make things right.

I swear I am.

I know you are.

Sorry, Luce.

She's fussing again.

It's good to see you.

Bill.

Evening, Horace.

Can I say something?

Is there anything short
of a blow to the head

that could stop you?

I was just wondering,

would you ever consider
quitting the force entirely?

A man of your experience,

I'm sure you could find
a less dangerous line.

You know, you're the second
person today to suggest that.

Hmm.

You could always
come work for me.

I could use the extra help
at the factory.

And who better than family?

Did Lucy put you up to this?

Can you blame her?

In either case,
the offer stands.

Calm the fuck down.

He fucked us over.

We'll find another job
without him.

Bill.

Whiskey.

Sure thing, Bill.

You can't say
shit like that here.

I don't give a fuck!

What the fuck
are they on about?

Calm down!

I can say whatever I want.

You're gonna get us
kicked out.

Settling up and going home,

if they know
what's good for 'em.

Fuckin'...

Rough day?

I'm out there all hours

trying to get things done
for this lot,

and all they do
is just bitch and moan,

not a shred
of fucking gratitude.

For men like you and me,

never appreciated
for what we're doing.

But if we stop doing it,
the whole world falls apart.

It's falling apart anyway.

Mm.

Mr. Leary!

You said at the factory that
if any of us had a problem,

we'd know where to find you.

Well, I do.

I have a big fucking problem.

Go home, boy.

I really don't want
to have to explain to your dad

what I did to you.

What's the matter?

Afraid I'll beat your ass
like that chink did?

Connor...

bring your fucking brother.

Just had to open
your fucking mouth, didn't you?

Come on.

Silly boys.

Come on!

Get up!

Get the fuck up!

Let's go!

Leary! Leary! Leary!

Clean yourselves up, boys.

Next round's on me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Douglas, welcome.

Look at you,

a Winslow Homer painting
come to life.

The country suits you.

I wasn't expecting you
in person.

Well, I wanted to see

this new venture of yours
for myself

and maybe sample
whatever it is I'm buying.

I'm sure
we can accommodate that.

Come, have a drink

while your men fetch
the crates.

So what's the verdict?

A little plum,
a little spice.

It's magnificent.

Well, spread the word.

God knows we need to sell
as much as we can.

In that case, why don't I
just buy you out entirely?

Excuse me?

Nellie,
the federal government wishes

to build a railroad
up the coast of California.

Their survey identified
this valley

as being the ideal route.

They want to build
a railroad through my vineyard?

They do, and they will.

Now, I know
it's a great inconvenience,

but I would like
to see you profit

from this inevitability
by paying you

fair market value
for the property

before the state declares
eminent domain

and forces you to take
pennies on the dollar.

And why would you want
to buy a property

that you can't keep or sell?

You're building the railroad.

I was awarded the contract
a few weeks ago.

And while this does put me
in the awkward position

of having to inform you,
it also puts me in the position

to help an old friend.

Well, if you really
want to help,

then find another route.

Believe me, I've tried.

I lobbied Sacramento myself.

This land is not for sale.

Not to you, not to anyone.

Nellie, this expansion
is going to happen.

It's out of my hands.

Well, so is my land.

I have a room full of lawyers

who will make that clear
to anyone who says otherwise.

I understand
it's a lot to consider.

I'll do what I can for you.

Thank you for the wine.

Thank you.

Mm.

How'd she take it?

She'll come around.

How's it going?

She's been at it all night.

These look like dog shit.

Those are the scraps.

This is the product.

Holy fucking shit.

We're in business.

The truth is,

there is no such thing
as a harmless Celestial.

Mayor Blake died

at the hands of a meek,
unassuming Chinaman

his wife had fed
and sheltered for years.

They simply cannot be trusted.

If elected, I intend
to honor the Blake legacy

of American jobs
for American workers

and keep our women
and children safe

from these foreign invaders.

Of course, we all bemoan
the tragic circumstances

of Mayor Blake's passing,

but perhaps
we should spend less time

focusing on what is wrong
with this city

and more on what is
very right with it--

you, its people,

the American family.

Like you, I believe
in the American family.

That's mine right over there.

My wife, Celeste, and our
children, Miles and Annabelle.

You deserve a mayor
who will fight for your family

as hard as I do for mine.

People like a family man.

There's no getting around it.

Which doesn't mean
they won't eventually

recognize you as the candidate
of true substance.

But you gotta get out there,
press the flesh.

You can't win a war without
getting a little bloody,

I'm afraid.

Thank you.

Thank you for your--

Mayor Buckley.

Pardon me.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming out today.

Catherine Archer.

I volunteered
for Councilman Waithe,

promoting his
educational policies.

I see.

I know you think
that didn't go your way,

but stay the course.

Thayer is just a pretty face
spouting platitudes.

Any voter with half a brain
can see that.

It's obvious you understand
the economics of San Francisco,

the deep quandary we're in.

And I intend
to help your cause,

in whatever way I can.

Well, thank you
for saying that.

My card.

Mr. Mayor,
we should keep moving.

Wait.

There.

Now you're ready
to greet your public.

Mr. Mayor?

It was my first time ever

on a ship of any kind.

I was terrified.

I didn't know what to expect.

But I knew that whatever
happened to me in America,

well, it couldn't be any worse

than what had already happened
to me back in China.

Being forced into marriage
by a violent warlord,

chained to his bedside,
you know, sometimes for days.

How did you survive
such horrors?

A part of me didn't.

But that part was weak.

And when it died,

why, I became stronger.

Well, I'm sure
our guest is spent.

And I promised her
a tour of the house.

So, ladies, until next week.

And here's the dressing room.

My goodness.

I know.

It's a bit much.

My husband works
for the Bank of California.

We have so many occasions
to attend.

So he allows me my indulgences.

Do you have dresses
of this sort in your culture?

No.

I'd like you to have this.

Really?

It's just an evening dress,
dear, not the Hope Diamond.

- I couldn't.
- I insist.

Why don't you try it on?

You never know when you might
need a good evening dress.

May you outlive
all your enemies.

Li Yong, I know Mai Ling
wishes to absorb us,

but I have
a different proposal.

We acknowledge
the Long Zii's takeover

of all Three Brothers'
businesses.

But in exchange,
we will retain our name

and control of all enforcement

and collections
in our territory.

Kill them.

Kong!

Enough!

You all know me.

Make no mistake.

Joining the Long Zii is
the only path forward

for Chinatown, for all of us.

Tell them.

She may have your balls
in a box,

but she'll never have mine.

I understand.

I don't like being followed.

Yes, you've communicated that
very clearly.

Secret Service?

You've heard of us?

Good.

That'll save me some time.

It took me four months

to trace the counterfeit plates
to San Francisco,

two more to locate
the operators

and the transport routes
from print to distribution.

Unfortunately, by the time
I actually caught up with them,

the plates were gone,
and most of the operators

went down shooting.

What does this
have to do with me?

The last surviving idiot
told me his boss

had been buying guns
from the Chinese.

So here I am,

talking to a man
who knows the terrain.

You need the Chinatown Squad.

I'm not a cop anymore.

It might help you
with this conversation

if you just assume
I know a little less than God,

but a lot more than you think.

I know all about
the Chinatown Squad,

and I know you quit

after socking your superior
in the jaw.

I'm guessing that makes you
a different sort of fella,

the kind I could work with.

Not interested.

Sure, you are.

Yeah, why is that?

Because I'm the one man
who can keep you

from being dragged
back to Georgia in chains.

Like I said, assume I know
a lot more than you think.

Relax, Lee.

Here's my offer.

You guide me through Chinatown,

help me find
those missing plates,

and I clean up
your Georgia mess permanently.

Be nice, wouldn't it,
to live a quiet life out here

with that pretty colored girl,

never looking
over your shoulder again?

I'm wanted for murder.

You know that, right?

Nobody's perfect.

Take the night.

Think about it.

I'll be in touch.