All language subtitles for Warrior.S03E05.1080p.x265-ZMNT[eztv.re]_Track03

- Go!
- Come on, let's move it!

- Come on, come on!
- Let's go, come on!

Move it, let's go!

What the fuck is this place?

This isn't jail.

You, I said, get out!

Get out!

Hurry up. Let's go!

Where the fuck are they taking us?

You really don't know?

They're shipping us back to China,
you fool.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no!

No Chinese!

American. American.

Born in San Francisco.

You hear that?
This one says he's not a chink.

American.
Born in San Francisco.

Yeah?

You're a regular
Abraham Lincoln.

Get the fuck back in line.

The police
will not let us see her.

They won't even tell us
what she is charged with.

I would like to approach
the Six Companies.

No.

They have friends
at City Hall.

The Six Companies
will not help us,

and I don't blame them.

Mai Ling invested that money
without our permission.

Her recklessness
has left us weak.

What are you saying?

Perhaps the tong
is best served

leaving Mai Ling where she is.

Be careful, Wu Jin.

Put your feelings aside.

You can't deny
she's led us astray.

Excuse me.

Li Yong, wait.

- Hey.
- You agree with them?

I would never go against you.
You know that.

But I see their side.

Did you know she was
investing with the ducks?

I knew
she was considering it.

Do you know
how much she gave them?

1/3 of the tong's
cash reserves.

I assume she would
have consulted with you

over a major investment,
so did everyone else,

which makes you complicit.

I'm new here, so I see
things with fresh eyes.

And I can't help but wonder
how things would be

with a leader
who served the tong

and not the other way around.

This deportation center marks
a bold new era in our city,

one in which
we will no longer tolerate

the damage being done
to our society

by the lawless encroachment
of the Chinese.

Murder, prostitution,
and slave labor

have gone unchecked
for too long.

Through the efforts
of my office

and the San Francisco
Police Department,

we will put
these criminals and interlopers

where they belong,
not on our streets,

but on boats back
to whence they came.

As mayor,
I will work hand in hand

with the governor to ensure
that the Exclusion Act passes.

Together, we will restore
America to her former glory

and bring prosperity to the
honest, hardworking citizens

who built
this great country of ours.

Can we count on your vote?

Excellent speech, sir.

If only the crowd
shared your enthusiasm.

Well, more bad news,
I'm afraid.

Thayer played it
better than we thought.

The press is eating it up.

I can read.

Sir, even with
the Irish vote behind you,

it's starting
to pose a real threat.

In that case, I suggest
you do something about it,

or I will find someone who can.

If I don't weigh in,
what are you worried about?

Are you kidding?

I count a dozen bulls,
and that's just on the outside.

We've taken on bulls before.

Not in their turf.

We could be walking
into anything.

So we buy them off.

No, Chao says
these guys report

to the new police chief.

They won't deal
with the Chinese.

Look, the next boat
leaves in two days.

We've got to do something now.

I know.

We just need to find a way in.

That's pretty nasty, huh?

You get used to it, sort of.

- Do I know you?
- No.

No, it's just, you're
the leader of the Hop Wei.

It's an honor, you know?

Hey, easy with that shit.

Come here.

- What's your name?
- Sicheng, sir.

You can call me
Young Jun, OK?

How long you been here,
Sicheng?

A couple weeks.

But I hear a bunch of us
are getting shipped out soon.

People are busting out
of here though, right?

I've seen a few try.

These bulls,
they're not messing around.

You try to run for it,
death sentence.

The Hop Wei
gonna bust you out?

They'll tear this fucking
place apart if they have to.

Look, my friends and I
got some bunks staked out.

And we even got some tobacco.

Safety in numbers, right?

I could use a fucking smoke.

Oh, thank you, Sicheng.

Mm.

Anyone got a light?

Just my luck.

That's the thing about luck.

You could have it for years,

and then one day,
it just runs out.

You don't remember me, do you?

My father was a tailor.

He owned a shop
on Grand Street.

I remember.

He had all
those silk handkerchiefs.

Yeah, yeah, he even made
some suits for the Hop Wei.

Then my grandparents
got really sick.

You know, we had to send more
money than usual back to China.

He couldn't pay the Hop Wei.

They busted up his shop.

Listen, man, I don't
know anything about that.

Zhang Yong's family
paid their life savings

for protection
against the bull raids.

The problem is,
they didn't get any.

The tongs turned Jinhai's
restaurant into an opium den.

And Qing's brother
was killed in a turf war.

He's nine years old.

You know, in here,
Hop Wei doesn't mean shit.

We're all just cargo,

waiting to get
shipped across the salt.

So what's one less onion?

Agh!

Ahh!

Shit, you trying to give me
a heart attack or something?

Right, OK, well,
I haven't seen her myself,

but they've got her in holding.

Buckley.

You know what he wants.

I get it.

Will he hold up his end
and let her go, right?

That's a gamble, my friend.

Get her out.

Whatever you say, boss.

Did you do this?
Is this your work?

You make money?

Sorry, tight quarters back here.

What do you want?
Why are you doing this?

Go easy.
He doesn't understand.

I think he understands just fine.

Sir?

Are you OK, sir?

Who are you?

Sir, is everything OK, sir?

What do you want?

I apologize for the ruckus, ma'am.

We just need to ask you
a few questions.

This your father's shop?

Anyone ever ask you
to print money?

Money?

We're investigating
these bills.

We think someone might be
printing them for the tongs.

What's this about?

Let me handle it.

He prints sign, paper,
no money.

Father good man.

Want no trouble.

See? Sick.

This upset make
more sick, more bad.

I think we're barking
up the wrong tree here.

I'm inclined to agree.

Thank you for your time, ma'am.

Sorry about the mess.

This moment requires
a certain moral clarity,

which Thayer's soft populism
can't accommodate.

You don't agree?

Walter, I do wish you'd
share your troubles with me.

I'm quite clever.

Maybe I could help.

My campaign is faltering.

Thayer is gaining traction,

and the election
is mere weeks away.

He has a substantial war chest.

Perhaps we could
court new donors.

It's not about the funds.

Campaigning doesn't
come naturally to me.

I've always preferred
the back office work,

steering men like Blake
from the shadows.

But you're much too smart
and ambitious

to be some blowhard's fixer.

You've paid your dues.

This is your time.

I always saw the man
in front as a fool,

a puppet.

And now that man is me.

Walter,

there is nothing foolish

about wanting something

and risking everything
to have it.

I'm sorry.
Did I overstep?

No, it's not you.

I haven't been with anyone
in a long time.

I promise...

You have everything
I could ever want.

- Hey.
- You're late.

Sorry.

Things have been
a little hectic.

Yeah.

The secret service
was at my shop.

They were questioning
my father.

Did they find anything?

No, no, they didn't go upstairs.

But you need
to move those plates.

- What if they come back?
- Yeah.

- What my father finds them?
- OK, OK, OK.

I'm working on it,
but the bulls,

they're all over us.

Hey, I'll talk to Chao,
try and find a place.

Ah Sahm, I don't know
how much longer I can do this.

Hey, I'm not gonna let
anything happen to you.

You can't promise me that.

I would be lying if I said
it didn't bring me

a great deal of pleasure
to see you like this.

I take it
you received the package.

Your Pinkerton
was quite discreet.

Still, I cannot
emphasize enough how much

I dislike being blackmailed.

Well, you can't blame
a girl for trying.

I suppose
leverage is hard to come by,

especially for a Chinese whore.

But it does lead me
to wonder if our arrangement

has run its course.

Perhaps I should still
have you deported now

that you're of no use to me.

I wouldn't say that.

You still have
an election to win.

From what I've read
in the paper, you're trailing.

I can be a very powerful ally.

We just arrested
the heads of two

of Chinatown's biggest gangs
in a single night.

The press will make quite
a meal of that, believe me.

Who else did you arrest?

The head of the Hop Wei,
who will be deported

before the week is out.

Wait, Mr. Buckley.

I already know what
you're going to say.

With both leaders gone,
there will be a power vacuum.

And if I don't
fill it with you,

I will be left
with chaos on the streets.

Not chaos.

War.

And you can prevent this?

As long as it serves
both of our purposes.

And then?

And then I will crush the Hop Wei,

take their businesses,
and we will share the spoils.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy.

OK, just tell us, how many
guards and how many guns?

I don't like this any more than you.

But my friend here,
he's built a little different.

He can go all night.

I already told you, there's no way

you chinks
are getting in there.

And I told you,
that's the wrong answer.

Enough!

Hey, hey!
Let the boy go!

- Sergeant!
- Go, go!

Sergeant O'Hara, stand down.

So this is what we do now,

separate mothers
from their children.

We enforce the law.

There were more than
a dozen Chinese squatting

in a domicile
that was zoned for four.

These are not criminals,
for fuck's sake.

They're just regular families.

What about this situation
seems regular

to you, Sergeant?

Because what I see
are a bunch of people

crammed together like vermin
spreading disease.

And it is my job,
as it is yours,

to clean this mess up.

That boy was two
or three years old.

What happens to him when
his mother is put on a boat?

He'll get taken
to a nice Christian orphanage.

And then, when his mother
goes back to China,

she goes with a clear message
to those who haven't left yet

that there is nothing
for them here.

I didn't sign up for this shit.

None of us did.

Sergeant O'Hara,

I have been more than patient
with you so far.

But if you are unwilling
to execute your duties,

then maybe you don't
belong here anymore.

You're goddamn right,
I don't.

Still picking fights
you can't win, I see.

Father?

What are you doing here?

Looks like we both
fucked up pretty good, huh?

Printing your own chop?

That's a ballsy move.

Cops were all over us.

Shutting down rackets.

I had to do something.

That doesn't explain
why you're here alone.

What about Ah Sahm
and your brothers?

I guess they thought
locking up the boss

would send a message.

How about you?

I thought you'd be halfway
to New York by now.

After I left,
I traveled north.

Never seen land like that.

Wild, open.

I met some Chinese ranchers
and decided to stay a bit.

A week later, the duck mob
showed up, told them to leave.

When they refused,
they came back with guns.

Fuck.

It was fucking ugly.

Next thing I know,
I'm in a wagon

with a dozen other onions.

We end up here.

I always thought I'd find
something better out there,

but I was wrong.

We have no power
outside our own bowl.

I'm sorry you're here,

but I'm happy to see you.

You too.

Those wagons got
to be pretty big, right?

They bring food in
every morning.

If we hide inside
the delivery wagons,

we can get into the camp
without anyone seeing us.

If we can get in the wagons,

then we just have
to find Young Jun

and escape an armed fortress
without getting killed.

That's not much of a plan.

We need an army
to take them on.

We've got an army.
The boys are ready to scrap.

If it means getting
Young Jun back...

- You're talking about...
- Every one of us would go.

A fucking blood jam, Hong.

- We'd all get diced.
- He'd do it for us, man.

Look, I know shit's been
off between you two.

- No, it's not about that.
- But--

It's not about that.
Listen, OK?

After I was skinned in,
I got arrested.

And they could have bought
me out, but they didn't.

So what,
you're holding a grudge?

No, no, I'm saying--
I'm saying they were right.

They had to put the tong first,
and so do we.

If we attack the camp head on,

we're gonna bring a fucking
hurricane down on Chinatown.

And our brothers
are gonna end up dead

or in the belly of a boat.

- What?
- Chao's here.

OK, cut him loose and drop
him somewhere in the pond.

Hey.

How did you get out?

Someone owed me a favor.

Well, maybe they
owe you another one.

I wish it was that easy.

I take it
you heard about Mai Ling.

Yeah, she got pinched.
So what?

So you haven't heard.
She's out.

Of course she is.

With Young Jun
still locked up...

You think
she's gonna make a move.

I think
it's crossed her mind.

It sounds like I need
to have a chat with my sister.

Wait, there's more.

People are talking.

There are a lot
of rumors going around

about the bulls
raiding the Hop Wei.

I don't give a shit
about gossip, Chao.

Good for you, but other
people might, like Happy Jack.

If he finds out we paid him
with fake chop,

Secret Service is gonna be
the least of your concerns.

You know,
I think I like it better

when you bring me solutions,
not problems.

I have a notion.

Two birds, one stone.

But it's going
to be a very pricey stone.

The council
will meet tomorrow

to discuss your leadership.

They're losing faith.

Well, are you with them?

I am the reason you're here.

The elders wanted
to leave you inside.

I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

I can't protect you when I
don't know what you're doing.

I know.
It won't happen again.

The money,

can we get it back?

It's gone,
but I'll make it right.

- The fuck is this?
- We have same problem.

You hear what happened
to Hop Wei?

Oh, got raided by the cops
and the fucking Secret Service.

Heard they were looking
for counterfeiters.

Agent Richard Lee.

He live
with your sister-in-law, no?

Oh, small fucking world.

And what is this?

More funny money?

You got balls
just walking in here.

This real money.
Apology from Hop Wei.

And this...

is for you
to deal with problem.

You want me
to kill your cop for you?

For us, Jack.

What, you no want him dead?

Well, let's just say, I have
complicated feelings about it.

Besides, I don't need
to kill him to get paid.

I will take care
of your problem,

but it can't happen
anywhere in my territory.

As far
as my sister-in-law knows,

Agent Lee pissed
off the wrong tong.

Sound like
you solve problem, hm?

Oh, I'm keeping that.

Think of it as a service fee.

For what?

Allowing you
to keep breathing.

- Whoa.
- Jesus fuck!

Lee, I nearly shot you.

I'm not sure
you could hit the broadside

of a barn right now.

What are you doing here?

I'm just wondering how
you live in this mess.

I don't need you
to clean the damn dishes.

Heard you quit the force.

So you just swung by to say,
"I told you so," is that it?

Actually, I came to see
how you were holding up.

Well, Lee, since you asked,

I've got no job, no family,
and no fucking purpose.

But other than that,
I can't complain.

I know Atwood ain't
exactly a warm summer breeze,

but I never thought
I'd see you up and walk away.

You were right all along.

The game's rigged.
We're not meant to succeed.

I guess I did tell you so.

You can fuck off with that,
Mr. Secret Service.

I am not the only cunt
on this porch.

Look on the bright side.

Lucy always wanted
you out of Chinatown.

I don't think going broke
was what she had in mind.

It's no fun
having to live with eyes

in the back of your head.

No shit.

I like being
the boss way better.

So did I.

But we have bigger problems.

Is that our ride?

These poor bastards.

They gave up everything
to cross the salt.

They came looking
for the gold mountain

only to find a pile of shit.

Now they're being sent back
to another pile.

What'll happen
to us in China?

Nothing good.

We either die quick
at the hands of enemies

or slow through disease
and starvation.

I always figured they'd send
my body back to China

when I was dead.

That's the only way
I'm going back, get me?

When they herd us
onto that boat,

we make a break for it.

What if we can't
get past those guards?

We take out as many
of them as we can.

Go out strong.

Go out strong.

It's OK.

So how was jail?

I didn't care for it,
so I left.

I'm glad you got out.

Thanks.

It's funny though.

When I got locked up,

I couldn't just leave
until you got me out.

You.

You bought yourself
some serious connections.

Bulls, the government,

it's how you dodged
the crackdowns,

and it's why
you're back on the street.

I know you didn't
come here to tell me

what I already know.

Yeah.

Young Jun's in some camp
waiting to be deported.

I need you to get him out.

I can't think of a single
reason why I'd do that.

I can give you
a thousand reasons.

Do we have a deal?

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

- Hey!
- Oh, don't worry.

You can always print more.

What, you didn't think
your little operation

would stay secret from me,
did you?

OK.

- What's it gonna take?
- Half.

Half? Half of what?

Of everything moving forward.

Come on, Young Jun,
he'll never go for that.

Young Jun is about
to cross the salt permanently.

I'd say 50%
is the deal of a lifetime.

Ah Sahm.

You tell Young Jun this was
the only way because it was.

And we become partners.

Partners?

And what do you bring
to the table?

Besides saving
your boss's life,

the Long Zii will provide
a space to continue printing

free from police interference.

Like you said,
I have the connections.

You and I can finally be
on the same side.

We can all get rich together,

or Young Jun
can take his chances in China.

Thanks for coming.

You look beautiful.

What's all this about,
for God's sake?

Don't get me wrong,
it's lovely.

But you're scaring me.

Here you are.

I told you once, I had it
in me to be a better man.

And I thought
I was trying to be.

Hell, I even believed
maybe I was sometimes.

I guess that's why
I was clinging so hard

to being a cop.

I thought that no matter
what I did wrong,

I had that.

Something good.

But it's not.

It's not good because
of what it did to me,

to us,

and I am no good without you.

I...

You and the kids are the only
thing that matter to me,

and in all the mess,
I lost sight of that.

I lost sight of you.

- Bill--
- Let me finish, please.

I quit my job,
turned in my badge.

I'll work for Horace.
I'll do whatever it takes.

I just--
come back, and I swear to you,

I will never lose sight
of you again.

Luce?

Quit or fired?

I suppose
that's open for debate.

So was that a yes then?

Yes. That's a yes.

Do you like it?

This is for you.

Please. Here.

Lai.

She's still angry.

And I think she blame me.

It's not your fault.

Strickland and his men
did this, not you.

Men attack us.

I do something worse.

I give her hope.

What Lai and these girls
had in Sonoma,

that's the life they deserve.

You say.

But your law is not for us.

What happen in court?

The government took the land.

Maybe law not for you either.

Rich and powerful men
like Strickland

will always find a way
to put a thumb on the scale.

But we can rebuild.

I found another piece
of land further up the coast.

50 acres with good soil.

I was thinking we could
take a look tomorrow.

No.

I not make same mistake twice.

What are you saying?

Better you not
come here anymore

for the girls.

For the girls?

Or for you?

For all of us.

Let's go, let's go!

- Move along.
- Look at me, move.

I said,
move your fucking asses!

- Let's go!
- Filthy rats, come on!

Let's go!

- This way!
- Come on!

Come on!
Come on, move it!

Wait until we pass the gate.

Then we take out the bulls
with the rifles.

- You get me?
- I get you.

Come on now, this way!

- Keep moving!
- Get your hands off me!

Stop, stop!

Stop!
Let me through.

Hold here!

What the hell
is going on here?

You're the guy to talk to?

Court order, right?

Greetings from Ah Sahm.

You're coming with me.

He come too.

That's not the deal.

New deal.

I can't just walk
out of here with both of you.

New deal.

You're angry.

Good, be angry,
but don't be stupid.

We need more time to plan,
to heal

because anger won't be enough.

He will pay for what he
did to them, I promise you.

But not now.

Lai, you're not ready.

And neither am I.

Welcome back, motherfucker!

Oh, fuck on, you dog cunt.

Sorry, boss.

It's just so damn good
to see you.

Even if you do
look like shit.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Come here.

Enjoy it while you can.

We all know that I'm still
the prettiest motherfucker

in Chinatown.

Seriously, though, how
the hell did you pull that off?

Yeah, uh...

- Father Jun.
- Ah Sahm.

Hong.

Thank you for getting us
the fuck out of there.

So what's the story, man?

How the hell did you two
end up in there together?

Whiskey, Hong.

Whiskey and sticky.

And all the rest can wait.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

I can walk.

You need a bath first.

You made another deal
without telling me.

I know how it looks,
but I didn't plan this.

Ah Sahm came to me.

I'll be able
to pay back what I lost,

which should appease
the elders and, hopefully...

Make peace with your brother.

I've put you through a lot.

I know that.

But you have
always protected me.

I haven't made it easy.

When I was sitting
in that cell alone,

wondering if I'd
ever see you again,

I realized,
you're the only person I trust,

the only person
I've ever loved.

I want us to get married.

I think it's time, don't you?

I do.

Yeah!

It's good to be back!

Oh!

See you later.

I am glad you are back.

It was a close fucking call.

Yeah.

You good?

You made a deal
with Mai Ling.

Think I wanted to go to her?

It was the only move I had.

Bullshit.

You were sitting on stacks
of fucking fake cash.

You could have bought every
single guard in that place.

Come on.

Maybe if I had two months
instead of two days.

You gave away the fucking
store to our worst enemy,

who happens to be your sister.

What the fuck
am I supposed to think?

Don't talk to me
about thinking.

Now you want to think?

Maybe you
should've been thinking,

leader of the Hop Wei,

before you got yourself
thrown in a camp

for starting a fight
with the fucking police chief.

You know, I could have let them
put you on that fucking boat

and taken over the tong
if I wanted to.

Would have been
the easiest thing in the world.

I didn't make this deal
with Mai Ling.

You did.

I was thinking
I'd be bad cop,

unless you feel
like playing against type.

Chao doesn't
respond to threats.

Might be better
he thinks I'm alone.

OK then, you can be the hero.

I'll head around back
in case he gets cold feet.

You should really consider
locking your door.

No need.
Chao is friend to everyone.

Drink?

You sent word
you had information.

I'd just as soon take it
and be on my way.

Oh.
All business, huh?

Is OK.
Chao is businessman too.

- You bring money?
- Tell me what you know.

Then we can discuss a fee.

Thought you want new
relationship with Chao, no?

I know
that you're part of all this.

What I don't know
is why I'd believe anything

you tell me now.

Already too many cop
in Chinatown.

Fake money bring even more.
Bad for business.

Give me a name right now,
or I'm walking out that door.

I don't think you are.

Ahh! Ah-ah-ah-ah.

Bad idea, cop.

Bad idea.

You set me up.

As you say, Agent Lee,
new badge, new rules.

You know, Chao,
I have a confession to make.

I'm still pissed
about the fake cash.

Jack, that's why
I paid you twice.

I know. I know.

But it's the principle
of the thing.

Now you have principle?

Fuck me.