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Need something, officer?

Exercise.

We just gotta bring money.

This isn't the time to lose
your nerve.

Welcome, new recruits.

Just happy to be here,
you know? America, man.

So, the new guy's crazy?

We can work with crazy.

It's just a map.

With all the factories
that hire coolie labor circled.

Not something you want
the wrong person to see.

And are you the wrong person?

The next time
you go against another Tong

without consulting me,

I'll consider you in breach
of our agreement.

I don't want Zing
anywhere near my shop.

Be thankful for your pain, Chao.
It means you're still alive.

Dad?

Whatever he wants, I'll do it.

- Christ.
Everyone all right?

- Scared, but alive.
You alone?

- The boys are on their way.
- Let's go, lads.

You'll be safe at your sister's
for a while

till I get this sorted.

Hey, boy, come here.

Good lad.
Here you go.

You'll be okay, love.

I promise.

- They came to our home, Bill.

Why would they do that?
- I don't know,

but none of that
matters now.

The kids... they need you.

You understand?
They need you strong.

- You're right.

We need to leave.

We need to get as far from you
as possible.

- Hey, hey...
- Don't.

You did this.

You brought this here

to our children.

I just killed a man.

- Lucy...

- You made me a murderer.

- Hey.

Hey, Ethan, come here.

Come here.

Hey, you take care
of your ma, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

And your brothers and sisters.

Okay.

Be a good boy.

- Yeah.

Hey, don't...

- I've got him, Dad.

- I'll send for you.

- Don't.

- Don't stop,
not for anything.

- Hiyah!

- I thought
you quit gambling.

- I did.

- Then why were
the Fung Hai here?

The fuck are you looking at?

- Yeah, it's one thing
to start a fight in Chinatown,

but here, it doesn't make
any sense.

- Do I look
like a chink mind reader?

I don't know what the fuck
they were thinking.

- You're lying to me,

and we both know it.

But even if you didn't
owe me the truth,

which God knows you do,

we just killed
three of their men.

They're gonna keep coming.

If this is about money,
then maybe I can help you out.

- I was working for them.

- Working for who?

- The Fung Hai.

Collecting.

They had me
by the fucking balls.

I couldn't...

They threatened my family.

I had to protect them.

- H-how long has this
been going on?

- I don't know.

A couple of months.

- The night
they attacked me...

- They were sending me
a message.

Listen...

fuck.

Lee.

Hey!

You get away from me!

- So what do you think?

- I think maybe we made
a wrong turn somewhere.

- Hey, watch it!

- So why are we here, exactly?

- You hounded my sister
for weeks

for permission to call on me,
didn't you?

- Yes, of course, but...
- So this is where I want

to go.

- All right.
- You gonna buy me a drink

or not?

Two beers!

So, um...

Penny tells me
you were quite the athlete.

- There you are.
- Played rugby at Yale.

Full back.
- Ooh.

Kind of a vicious game,
isn't it?

- Yeah, well, like my coach
always said,

if you don't see blood,
you didn't come to play.

And your father?

Wasn't he worried you'd ruin
that pretty face of yours?

- Well, it might
surprise you to learn

I don't do everything
my father says.

- That would surprise me.

Cheers.

You're a very unusual woman.

- So tell me, Spencer,

do you still enjoy
the sight of blood?

- Isn't there
some kind of referee?

- God, no.
Where's the fun in that?

- Well, how do they know
when it's over?

- Ooh!

It's over.

- Miss Mercer?
Back so soon?

- I was thirsty.

And my date was hoping to go
a few rounds in the ring.

- She's joking, of course.

Uh, Spencer Thornhill.

Pleased to meet you.

- Dylan Leary.

You a fan of the fights, then?

- I enjoy a good bout.

Without rules,
it's not really a sport, is it?

- I don't know.

You get rid of those rules,

you wind up
with something more honest,

like nature intended,

and find out what kind
of a man you are,

or if you're even
a man at all.

- I suppose.
I mean, I hadn't really con...

- Tell me, Mr. Thornhill,

do you ever know the sweet pain

of slamming your knuckles
against another man's skull,

feeling the warm wetness
of his blood

running down your fist?

Because I tell you what.

You could spend
your whole life fucking

and not know a pleasure
like that.

- It's getting late.

We should go.

- I'll stay a while, if it's
all the same to you.

- I should see you home.

- Don't worry, I can find
my own way back.

- I'm sure you can.

- Everyone needs
clean clothes,

and the location we've chosen
off Clay Street

would be the first business
encountered by ducks

coming north
from Portsmouth Square.

- And my loan of...

- $300.

- Would do what exactly?

- Help us buy supplies,
hire employees.

I mean, given the business
we anticipate,

we'll need to work in shifts
to keep up.

- It seems you've thought
of everything.

I'll give you $1,000.

- That's more than generous,
Mai Ling,

but we don't need
that much.

- And I don't need
a one-time interest payment

on an insignificant loan.

My $1,000 is an investment,

and in exchange for 40%
of your monthly revenue,

you'll receive protection,

a guarantee that no harm
will come to your business,

as well as the opportunity
to expand operations

when the time is right.

- We were just asking
for a small advance.

- And instead,
you got a partner.

I'd say that's quite a result.

My men will make arrangements.

Congratulations
on the new venture.

- I told Liu Wei
we could give him a loan...

not a buyout.

- The more
legitimate businesses we own,

the less risk
we expose ourselves to.

- We are warriors,

not washers.

- We are whatever
we need to be to survive.

One day, the duck government

may decide to put an end
to the tongs,

and if all of our eggs
are in this basket,

we'll be left with nothing.

I've had nothing before,

and I've sacrificed too much

to ever have nothing again.

- They attack Big Bill
in his own fucking home.

If we don't answer in kind,

none of us who wear the blue
is safe.

We go in like thunder,

and we don't stop

until every one
of those slant-eyed fucks

is coughing blood.

- Pardon, Bill,

but that fancy little fucker,
Chao, is at your desk.

Says it's important.

- Chao, this is not
a good time.

- Sergeant, I hear
about Fung Hai.

Your family, they are safe?

- I doubt you came
all the way down here

to check on my kids, Chao.
What do you want?

- You cannot attack Fung Hai,
not today.

- And why the fuck not?

- They expect attack.

Also, you want Zing.
He not there.

- Then where the fuck
is he?

This is not the day
to play games with me, Chao.

If you have something to say,
say it.

- You look for swordsman.

Zing.

Maybe he is this swordsman.

- Is he?

- Good for you if he is, no?

- Hmm.

Good for you too, I imagine.

- Good for everyone.

- Saying it and proving it
are two different things.

- Let Chao handle proof.
Two days.

I send you word.
You come with police.

- Two days?

I'll be lucky if I can get them
to wait for two hours.

They want blood,
and so do I.

- You'll get your blood.
Two days.

Then you'll also get
your swordsman.

- And what do you get
out of it?

- All my weapons.

Everything your police take.

- We'll talk about that
if you deliver.

- No talk.

Weapons now,

or no Zing.

I take big risk, Bill.

I need to know you be there.

Do we have deal or not?

- Here, thought you might
be hungry.

- Ravenous.
Someone kept me up all night.

So, um...

why haven't you targeted
my sister's factory?

Is it because of me?

- You have a mighty high
opinion of yourself.

- I think just high enough.

- Let me tell you
something about me, then,

as long as we're sharing.

If I let my feelings
get in the way

of what needs doing,

I'd be rotting in a grave
back in Ireland.

- You didn't answer
my question.

- Word is, your sister has
chink gangsters

guarding her place.

There are plenty other targets
that won't cost me men,

but don't you worry.

As long as she continues
to feed this plague,

Mercer Steel is on the list.

- You could just say
you like me, you know.

Thanks for breakfast.

- Hey, Hong...

Is it true,
what they say about duck dick?

Long, white,
skinny like a chicken leg.

- Any cock would look long

next to your little knob, Shan.

- Yeah?

I bet
you'd still suck it, though.

- You seem very interested
in cock, Shan.

- What?

- Just saying.

- Shut the fuck up, Hong.

- So Hong likes cock, huh?

- Oh, yeah,

in every fucking hole.

- He's like a swordfighter!

You fuck with him,

you're fucking with me,

and it would be
a very bad idea

to fuck with me.

Get me?

That goes for all
you salty fucks.

- What the fuck
is going on here?

- Breakfast.

- We know which tong it was,

and we're planning
an appropriate response,

by which I mean
we're gonna wipe them

off the goddamn map.

- Yes, of course.

This sort of violence
cannot be tolerated.

Sergeant...O'Hara,

the chief
was just filling us in

on the details of your assault.

Thank God you're okay.

Our thoughts and prayers
are with you and your family.

- Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

- Are your men ready?

- I gave the order
to stand down.

I just got word
from an informant

that the Fung Hai
are expecting retaliation.

We'd be walking
into a fucking trap.

- We won't be intimidated
by a pack of goddamn chinks.

We're the San Francisco Police,
for fuck's sake.

- With all due respect, sir,

you don't know this tong
like I do.

They're happy to die

as long as they take
a few of us with them.

- Any hesitation
will be seen as weakness

on the part
of this administration.

Think of the headlines.

- I'm thinking of my men
and their families.

What will
your damn headlines say

when we lose ten cops?

We wait a couple of days.

The Fung Hai
will lower their guard.

Then we go in hard
and clean house.

- I see.

Well, you're our man
in Chinatown.

I assume you know best.

Keep us posted
as the situation develops,

Sergeant.

- You're gonna have to
address this.

- I just did.

- I mean
with your constituents.

The ranking officer
of the Chinatown squad

was attacked in his own home.

How you react now

will define your tenure
as mayor.

There's no political upside
to standing by the Chinese,

not anymore.

- Jesus Christ.

What a mess.

- Between you and me,

Senator Crestwood
is growing concerned

with your soft position
on this issue.

He knows
about your wife's factory,

and when he finds out
about this...

- How does the senator
know about my wife?

God damn you, Buckley.

- I felt the need to tell him

before he found out
on his own, for your sake.

- He already staked
his position.

If you don't follow suit,

he'll almost certainly
back a candidate who does.

You're just a few months
away from the election.

- Ah Toy.

I've heard so much
about you.

It feels
like we've already met.

- I've heard a lot
about you, too, Mai Ling.

- Then you do know
who I am.

- Of course.

Everyone does.

- Most of them offer a greeting
when they see me.

Everyone but you.

Have I offended you somehow?

Or maybe you just think
you're better than me.

- Of course not.

I was distracted
by the exhibition.

Please accept
my deepest apologies.

I meant no disrespect.

- I'm relieved to hear it.

Enjoy your day.

- An attack
on one of our policemen,

in his own home, no less,

is an attack on all of us,

an attack
on law and order itself.

For too long, the Chinese
have taken advantage

of our goodwill.

For too long,
they've flouted our laws

and endangered our children.

I have long championed

the economic advantages
of immigration,

but the simple fact is,

the citizens of San Francisco
must come first.

Americans must come first,

which is why I'm conducting
a thorough review

of the city's labor laws

to insist on proper
and comprehensive enforcement

and to ensure that we put
good American men

back to work.

Thank you, gentlemen.

- You don't trust me?

- You drive a hard bargain.

I just want to make sure
you're not still negotiating.

- Your men earned it.

There haven't been
any more attacks.

In fact, Leary's thugs
haven't shown their faces

since you started.

So...

How are you these days?

- Uh, you know,
same old shit.

- I wasn't sure
you'd ever fully recover

after that fight.

Is this really what you
want to be doing?

- Not forever.

I've got bigger plans.

- Really?

Like what?

- Building something
for myself,

same as you.

- You haven't changed at all.

- You have.

But you're still you.

- Mrs. Blake.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't know
you had company.

- That's perfectly all right.

This gentleman is from

the Chinese Business
Association.

He helped to provide
the security

that's been protecting
our workers.

- Nice to meet you.

- Thank you for you pay.

Goodbye.

- Yes, goodbye.

- Stay here.

You get around,
don't you, chink?

One day, you're a coolie,
the next, a hatchet man.

land of opportunity.

- For Americans.

You'll never fucking be one.

The sad thing is,

you chinks don't see it.

It doesn't matter what fancy
fucking suits you wear,

or even
if you can speak English.

You don't belong here.

Your kind never will.

- Okay.
Good talk.

- But if you keep taking
our jobs...

- Do I look like I want
your fucking job?

If you're so damn American...

Maybe you should ask
your people

why they keep fucking you over
to hire us.

Maybe it's you
that doesn't belong here.

Come on.

You know you want to.

- What's your name?

- Ah Sahm.

- You and me,

we have
some unfinished business,

Ah Sahm.

- Well, when you're ready,

come and find me.

I'll be the chink
in the fancy fucking suit.

- Miss Davenport.

- I was surprised to hear
from you so soon.

Is this our girl?

- Pai Lin.

She wish to leave with you.

Why the change of heart?

- No change.

I told you,

I force no one.

My girls only stay
if they choose.

- Because they believe
there is nothing better

out there for them.

- Because I take care of them.

What?

- I wish I understood you
better.

- I wish too.

- One day, maybe.

- Where you take her?

- I have some land
in Sonoma, a vineyard.

- You make her work?

- It's not what you imagine.

The girls work the land
they live on

so they can build
something of their own,

so they can find a connection
with this place.

It's not perfect,
but it's honest.

Why don't you come with us?

- Come to...Sonoma?

- Yes.

So you can see it
for yourself.

- We open soon.

Too much work.

- Tomorrow morning, then.

Please?

- I hear you gave
quite the statement today.

- It was well received.

I expect Senator Crestwood
and the labor movement

will announce their support
for my reelection imminently.

- Meanwhile, you've alienated
the industrialists

who backed your first campaign.

How do you suppose
they'll respond?

- They'll adapt,

just like the rest of us.

- Or they might say
you've broken your promise

to your constituents,

lied, even,

and call for your head.

- And you,

who were so concerned

with the dignity
of the Chinese immigrant,

now exploits him
for cheap labor.

- I'm not looking
for a fight, Samuel.

- I'm trying to warn you.

Merriweather and his cronies

have been talking
about fielding a new candidate,

someone who they feel

can navigate these issues
in their favor.

- And they've sent you
to work on me.

- Nobody sent me.

- You think because
you're running a factory,

you're suddenly a baron?

Do you know what they see
when they look at you?

A deluded woman

who inherited a company
that functions

only because her husband
is the mayor.

- You bastard.

I can run that company
as well as any man.

- We'll soon find out.

I'm pulling
the cable car contract.

As of this moment, Mercer Steel
will conduct no business

with the City
of San Francisco.

Go run your company now, dear.

- You can't do that.

- What I can't do
is have a wife

who contradicts my policies.

I just took a strong position
against the Chinese,

and I intend
to stand by it.

- No, I mean
you actually can't do that.

Have you even
read the contract?

Any cancelation
of signed purchase orders

will not only leave you
responsible

for payment in full,

it will incur penalties
as well.

It will cost you more
to pull my contract

than to see it through.

- You sought legal counsel.

- Yes.

Perhaps you should
do the same.

- Why's that?

- To protect your interests.

One never knows what kind
of evidence might come to light

in a public lawsuit,

what other kinds
of Chinese labor

the mayor may be exploiting
in his free time.

- Trouble in paradise?

- Where have you been?

Spencer Thornhill
sent his regards this morning.

- Ah.
- Apparently, he saw you off

rather early last night.

What on Earth
were you thinking,

dragging him
to The Banshee Pub?

- I was thinking
a few stiff drinks

might make him more tolerable.

- The Banshee is no place
for a girl like you.

And what kind of girl is that?

- Sophie.

- Do you think you're better
than the Irish?

Is that why you won't hire them
at the factory?

- Of course not.

I can't afford them.

- There is enough marble
in this house

to pay for hundreds
of American workers.

- This is Samuel's house.

Everything you see here
is his,

not mine, not yours.

You and I have nothing
without that factory.

- I never asked you
to run Daddy's business,

just as I never asked you

to marry that walrus!
- Lower your voice.

- You two
deserve each other.

You know that?

You sit here
in this ivory tower

talking about poor people

like they're
a different species.

Yeah, you make
your sympathetic noises,

but you don't really
care about them,

only what they can do
for you.

- You entitled little bitch.

You've never worked
a day in your life,

never finished
a single thing you started.

Who are you helping?

How are you making the world
a better place,

other than offering
your unsolicited judgment

to those of us
who are actually trying?

You have the nerve
to look down your nose at me.

You do nothing.

You contribute nothing!

- Yes, go...

to The Banshee Pub,

or wherever it is
you spend your nights

feeling so goddamn superior.

Nichols!

You're sprung.

- By who?

Well, if it isn't
my guardian angel.

I suppose
I should say thanks.

- I was concerned

when you didn't show up
to our meeting.

- I had
a small misunderstanding

with a rather large man.

I don't recall
what the argument was about,

but the good news is,

I'm pretty sure
I made my point.

- Is this something
I can expect often?

Bailing you out?

- Well, define "often."

- I hired you
to do a job.

A job no detective worth a shit

would even consider.

Something tells me
you hired a drunk with debts

for a reason.

- Maybe it's because

no one would miss you
if you disappeared.

- That's not true.

The people I owe money
would miss me plenty.

- If you can't deliver,

I'll need to make
other arrangements.

- Your man Buckley
is no fool.

He covers his tracks.

But I'm working an angle,

just need a little more time.

- And money, I'm guessing.

- Gonna need to take
a little trip,

make sure this thing
pans out.

- What is it?

- Apparently,
there's a photograph,

and if it's
what they say it is,

it'll be money well spent.

- I'll drop you
at the train station.

- Sophie, I'm busy now.
- I know.

I can help.

- Give us a minute.

What are you doing here?

- There is a back entrance
to my father's factory.

- I told you,

Mercer Steel
isn't our first choice.

- It's a small supply tunnel.

The guards won't be watching it

because they don't know
about it.

We can go in that way.

- What's this "we" business?

- It's my plan.

I'm coming with you.

- We'll check out the tunnel.

- You don't have
to check it out.

I know where it is.

We can go tonight.

- Do you always get your way

making demands
like God on high?

- Not every time,
but I play the odds.

- Ah.

Listen.

I can see
you're going through something,

but turning against
your own people...

that's no small thing.

You'll pay a price for it.

- So because I'm not Irish,

I can't fight for what's right?

- Are you sure
you're not Irish?

Okay.

Tell me about this tunnel.

- Cheers.

- Officer Lee,
it's good to see you.

Is this a business matter?

- Uh, no, ma'am.

Nothing official.

- Very good.

We have all kind of girl here.

Take very good care of you.

- I'm...

I'm not here for that.

- You have pain?

- Yes.

- You come with me.

- Sit down, please.

- Don't worry, Officer.

You're safe here.

We take pain away.

- I didn't know the cop
went for the sweet stuff.

He a regular?

- Not yet.

What are we celebrating?

- I'm about to do something

incredibly stupid.

- Congratulations.

Need me to talk you out of it?

- Actually, I need your help.

- You're right.

This is stupid.

Zing will know
it was you.

- I want him to.

- Chao...
- Zing will be dead or worse

when the bulls are through
with him.

- And then what?

We all go back
to business as usual?

- I'm doing you a favor.
I thought you'd see that.

- Is it really a favor

if it's designed
to benefit you too?

- That's the best kind.

And in return,
I'd ask one of you.

- Why am I not surprised?

- It's not for me.

It's something I should've done
a long time ago.

- Hannah?

- Go!

- I used to play
in these tunnels as a girl.

My father hated it.

- How much further?

- There's a staircase
up ahead.

That leads to a storeroom

just off the factory floor.

- How do you know
the chinks won't be watching?

- Because there's
nothing there to watch.

- All right,
every 100 feet, yeah?

If you see the chinks coming,
you cut bait, and you run.

- Right.

Fuck!

- You all right?

- I think so.

- Good girl.
- Look out!

- All right, come here.

You and Dax need
to get out of here.

Do you understand?
We don't have much time.

Okay?

Sophie, are you listening?

- What about him?

- He's gone.

He's gone.

I'll be right behind you, okay?

All right?

Okay.
Go, go, go, go.

Go.
Hey, come on.

Quick.

Go, go.
Quick.

Run!

Sophie!
You all right?

Sophie!
Sophie!

Are you all right?
Sophie?

Be grateful for you pain...

it means you're still alive.

It's very possible
I'm going to scream.

I'm not gonna kill you.

I'm just gonna destroy
everything you care about.

So, we're finally gonna
find out who's better.

I never really wondered.

Tonight's the night,
boys.

We show these bastards
what happens

when you fuck with
San Francisco cops!

This city is gonna burn.