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Now, he doesn't look very dead to me, does he?

Relax, Chao. It's over.

You know they're gonna hang him, right?

Jacob!

I'm going to Chinatown! Who's coming?!

It's Chao, goddammit! Let me in!

Why are you helping me?

We may not like each other, but today, we're Chinese,

and they're not. And that's all that matters.

We spend every day living in their world,

but today... they're gonna die in ours.

Oh, for God's sake.

It's a good likeness.

What the fuck happened to you?

You caught outside yesterday?

This was unrelated.

I got cocky.

- Who was it? - It's okay.

I didn't leave anyone alive for you to punish.

You shouldn't be out like this.

After yesterday,

just needed to come outside

and make sure it was still here.

Looks like you had quite the day.

Oh, that?

That's just a painting.

Nose is too big.

Regardless, it's an opportunity.

You're a symbol to your people.

- It's paint on a wall. It'll fade.

But it's here now.

People will follow you.

You could win a war.

Or end one.

- I don't call the shots. Young Jun does.

Young Jun doesn't have his face on a wall.

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Let's get you home. - No.

Do you know why I'm alive?

Why?

Because Mai Ling saved me.

What?

She's done some terrible things,

and she'll probably do more of them.

But when she saw me dying, she stepped in to save me.

This place,

none of us can be our best selves.

We're too busy just trying to survive.

We need a hero.

Someone to remind us who we really are,

or who we could be.

Maybe it's time you were that guy on the wall.

I'm nobody's hero.

That's exactly what a hero would say.

Come on.

What the fuck is this?

I can't do it anymore.

Lee, wait.

Look, we all think that from time to time,

and after yesterday I can't say I blame you,

but yesterday was not business as usual.

Wasn't it?

Hooligans killing the Chinese,

gangsters killing hooligans,

and police in the middle unable to do a damn thing

- about any of it. - Listen.

We're not meant to succeed, Bill.

We're just bagging flies for politicians

while they count their votes.

That's what I've been telling you

since the day you got here.

Then why do it?

Because there's still a chance, Lee.

In between all the shit and all the politics,

there's still a chance every day

to do some good,

to keep the peace.

I've seen enough war to know the value in that.

And in lining your own pockets.

You're a smart guy, Lee,

so I'm not gonna try to tell you

I haven't made mistakes,

and God knows they've cost me.

I haven't known you for very long,

but I do know that you're better than this.

I hope one day you actually believe that.

You're young.

But maybe it's not because you're young.

Maybe it's just because you're a better person than me.

Either way...

We need you here.

I need you.

Don't quit. Not now.

I'm sorry.

I just don't think I'm cut out for it.

Lee.

You can teach a pig to hunt,

but that don't make him a dog.

And what does that mean?

It means you're a cop;

not anything else.

Guess I'll find out.

It's easier when it's another tong.

Then you can at least plan a counterattack.

But you can't fight an entire city

or country, for that matter.

No, I guess you can't.

Well,

I guess I'm relieved to hear you say that.

It's hard not to want to, though.

Yes, it is.

But believe me.

The battles you choose not to fight

are every bit as important as the ones you do.

I'm sorry about everything.

I really didn't want it to happen that way.

Maybe that was the fight we both needed.

We had our heads so far up our own asses,

something had to give.

You grow old on the outside, but inside...

Inside I still feel like I'm 25 and itchy as shit,

and that's a dangerous feeling for a man my age.

It's good to have you back.

I'm not back.

It's your show now.

You know that weight you feel,

that worry that you can't quite pinpoint?

Yeah.

Learn to live with it.

Well, you inherited

one hell of a mess there, Mr. Buckley.

That incident in Chinatown the other day was a nightmare.

- A real black eye on this city. - Yes, it was.

A holdover from my predecessor's weak position

on the Chinese problem.

It's my position that the Chinese don't belong

in this country, Mr. Oswald.

Captains of industry like you and you, Mr. Clemmons,

continue to build your fortunes around Chinese labor,

you'll be in for a terrible reckoning

when the federal government finally expels them.

We had hoped you would take a more sympathetic approach,

Mr. Buckley.

If you intend on going down this road,

you'll lose a lot of friends around here.

We're not friends, Mr. Clemmons.

The sooner you understand that,

the sooner you'll sit back down and we can make a deal.

A deal?

You gentlemen will be among

the first to support my position.

And in exchange for your patriotism,

I'm going to offer you... Very quietly...

A handful of financial incentives

to mitigate your increased labor costs.

Incentives?

Are you happy, Mr. Buckley?

They killed him in the street like a dog.

Gentlemen,

we'll have to pick this up another time.

- Yeah. - Sir.

Ma'am.

Mrs. Blake, would you like a drink?

They lynched Jacob,

and you didn't make a single arrest.

Lower your voice, or do you want everyone

to hear you grieving the wrong man?

You could have told the truth.

You know Jacob didn't murder Samuel.

Do I?

But instead you were determined

to cast yourself as the hero for your new constituency.

I'm going to see that you pay for this.

You know, I used to enjoy coming here

because no one bothered me.

You made this happen.

You may as well have killed him yourself.

- I'm sorry. Who are we talking about here?

I'm losing track,

what with the trail of bodies in your wake.

You just inherited the Blake fortune.

Without Jacob, you'd be on trial for murdering your husband.

So if you're here to express your gratitude,

pull up a stool.

No?

Now be a good widow and go home.

Nelson, can we help Mrs. Blake to her carriage?

She's clearly very distraught.

- Of course... - I'm fine.

You like to sit there in the shadows,

pulling everyone's strings.

We'll see how you like it when someone else

starts pulling on yours.

Place is quiet, huh?

We'll bounce back.

So Father Jun saved your ass, huh?

I've been in some bad scraps, but I gotta tell you,

when I was staring into the barrel

of that asshole's gun,

I didn't think it.

I knew I was dead.

It got real quiet.

Everything just slowed down,

and I could just feel it, you know?

Death.

And then there he was.

My father.

Just like he's always been,

yanking my dumb fucking ass out of the fire.

It was like he knew I would need him.

I don't know if I'll ever be the leader he was.

He was young once too.

I don't know.

Sometimes I think he came out of the womb

with that little beard and his dead eye

already calling the shots.

Mai Ling reached out.

Really?

What for?

I think she's feeling vulnerable

without the Fung Hai.

Wants to get the lay of the land.

How do you wanna handle it?

I'll just tell her exactly how it's gonna be

from here on out.

- She's gonna love that. - Yeah.

I'm looking forward to it, actually.

I'm gonna go check on Ah Toy.

Give her my best.

Feels wrong getting sticky when she's in such bad shape.

- So you're just gonna go home? - No.

I'm just gonna enjoy it less.

What?

Well, I'm just kind of enjoying

not being the one lying in bed bleeding.

I guess this is a bit of a switch.

Ah Toy, whoever did this to you...

I took care of it.

Well...

Next time maybe invite me along, okay?

You're not alone in all of this.

This wasn't something I'd planned.

Now you're really starting to sound like me.

I'm sorry.

Is there something I can help you with?

What? You speak English?

Yeah, and you mangle Cantonese,

so who are you?

I'm sorry.

I came as soon as I could.

The police had the roads blocked.

I told you not to come.

God, you're running a high fever.

I'm taking you to my house.

- My doctor will care for you. - No.

You've been badly hurt.

I think I survive.

But if no,

I die here, not in some white lady house.

Well, fine.

Well, then I'm staying here.

Unless you're gonna kick me out again.

- You wouldn't go. - No.

No, I wouldn't.

Well, this all makes perfect sense.

I'm Ah Sahm, by the way.

Nellie. Davenport.

I'll check on you in the morning.

Thank you.

Don't belong here.

I belong wherever you are.

- You don't know me. - Oh, I think I do.

I've done many bad things.

Tell me.

Thank you for seeing us on such short notice.

You're welcome.

Not literally. It's just an expression.

You're not actually welcome here.

I just wanted to come in person

to pay my respects

and to congratulate you on taking the chair.

And now you have.

I know you and your father didn't see eye to eye

with regard to our treaty,

but I hope you'll give me the chance to prove

that we can all make more money if we work together.

Oh.

Is that the pitch you gave the Fung Hai?

Because it didn't work out too well for them, did it?

The Fung Hai were a mistake.

I'll admit that.

Like you, I'd just become the head of the tong,

and in my desire to make changes,

- I acted impulsively. - Mm.

And now that we've wiped them out,

you're suddenly here to pay respects?

Look at what's happening around us.

Just two days ago they were killing our people

in the streets, in their homes,

destroying their businesses.

We can't afford to be fighting amongst each other.

You mean you can't afford it.

I just don't wanna be at war with my own brother anymore.

What?

What brother?

I'm not your fucking brother.

I'm sorry. Did you not...

You didn't tell him?

I just assumed you knew this whole time.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Oh, this is awkward.

Oh, shit.

What the fuck is she talking about?

Ah Sahm.

Get them the fuck out of here.

What the hell was that?

A last resort.

You could have warned me.

Honestly,

I had no idea I was gonna do it.

She tried to have you killed.

I was there.

I didn't say we were close.

Oh, fuck you!

- Look, this is what she wants. Don't you see that?

Sh... she wants to drive a wedge between...

There is a wedge between us!

You're her fucking brother!

I'm your brother.

Hey, hey, hey. I'm your brother.

Hey!

For what it's worth, I think he means it.

Why don't we all just have some dumplings

and give him a chance to explain?

Start talking.

Extra, extra! Order restored!

Mr. Raice?

I'm Penelope Blake.

I read your column.

Yes, Mrs. Blake. Of course.

I know who you are.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

What happened was just awful.

But you don't actually know what happened, do you?

Nobody does, except me.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about an exclusive, Mr. Raice.

Here's what I think.

I think you've been lying to me since the day you got here.

Hell, you could've been working both sides all along.

You might have even thrown that tournament for her.

- Young Jun... - Shut up.

I'm talking.

The thing is,

you didn't throw that tournament.

You were trying to kill Li Yong.

And Li Yong was gonna kill you before that gun went off.

I know what I saw.

And when Father Jun kicked you out,

you didn't ask to come back.

That would have been the time to join the Long Zii,

but you didn't.

So what does that make you?

That makes you an asshole with a sister who you hate,

who hates you,

who didn't want anyone in the tong to find out,

because we'd have diced your ass.

And her coming in like that to blow your cover?

She was basically counting on that being the end of you.

The battles you choose not to fight

are every bit as important as the ones you do.

We've been through too much for me to believe

you have any loyalty to her.

Good.

But when the time comes,

and it's her or me,

us or them...

Are you gonna make the right choice?

- You saw it. She was ready to watch me die.

Yeah, she's a cold bitch.

But what about you?

Are you ready to watch her die?

I don't know about that.

Don't let her beat you like this.

Don't make this about her!

This is about you lying to me!

I'm gonna need some time to think about this.

Don't take too long.

What do you think, Hong?

It's a tricky one, boss.

You're pissed he didn't tell you,

and I get that,

but you said yourself, if he told you,

he'd have been dead meat,

so if you're him, what was the right move?

Fucked if I know.

What I'm saying is, maybe there wasn't one.

Kinda like now.

I think your tempo was a bit off.

What the fuck do you want, Bill?

Are you taking requests?

If I'm being honest,

I was just looking for a fucking drink.

Looks like you could use one too, eh?

Aww, damn it. Aces again!

You again.

It's nice to see you too.

I don't want any more trouble here.

I'm glad to hear it.

So, uh, where are my friends?

This no place for a cop.

Fortunately, I am no longer a cop.

So what does it take to get a damn drink around here?

I mean, every man makes mistakes, right?

I'm a cop.

I'm sworn to uphold the law,

and I'm not saying I always do.

I'm not saying I always get it right.

I mean, the world is not black and white,

and sometimes in order to do good,

you have to make alliances.

Of course you do.

I didn't ask for any of this.

I didn't become a cop to police a bunch of foreigners.

They don't understand a fucking word I say.

How are you supposed to uphold the law in a place

where no one understands a fucking thing you say?

She'll come home, Bill.

You didn't see the look she gave me.

Good women get angry.

Do you know why?

Because they know men like us

have no business loving them.

And they can't forgive themselves for loving us.

So we pay for it.

We pay 'cause our fucking reach has exceeded our grasp.

And for you?

So how come you're not a cop anymore?

Because the cops aren't cops.

They're just broken men in blue suits.

And are you broken?

I was once a better man.

We all were once.

Maybe there'll come a time we can be again.

Not at this rate.

I have killed men.

Some men need to be killed.

Who gets to decide that?

The man holding the gun, obviously.

I guess so.

If you had to do it again?

Would you do it any different?

No.

No, I reckon I wouldn't.

Well, there you have it.

Time to go.

Yeah.

Bill.

You were collecting for the Chinese.

I buried that fucking gang.

Yeah.

'Cause you got in over your head

and you couldn't get out.

Won't happen again.

No.

But it did happen.

And that bill's gonna come due. You hear me?

Yeah.

I've killed men too.

Would you do it again?

Oh, honey, I did.

Some men need to be killed.

Amen.

You're gonna be trouble.

I can already tell.

- Yes. - Mr. Buckley.

Sorry to bother you so late.

What can I do for you, Mr. Raice?

Now that Mayor Blake is dead,

I have no more embarrassing stories

of his sordid peccadilloes to kill.

You'll have to supplement your income elsewhere.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I had a visit from Mrs. Blake today.

Oh?

Mrs. Blake is claiming that her husband

was three sheets to the wind and trying to strangle her.

The Chinaman was defending her.

She also claims that you knew this to be true

and you made the Chinaman a political scapegoat.

That's absurd.

She also had quite a lot to say about Mr. Blake's...

peccadilloes.

Yes, I see you spared no details.

God is in them, Mr. Buckley.

It would appear we're still in business after all,

Mr. Raice.

And what should I tell Mrs. Blake?

Tell her the truth.

You're not running the story because you came to me

for comment, and I scared you off.

Understood?

Yes.

Mr. Mayor.

So...

Who's buying?

You're a long way from home.

So you keep saying.

How come you can speak English?

Well...

Because it's really fucking easy.

It's not a great idea for you to come in here like this.

- That's what they thought. - Mm.

So...

What happens now?

Now I finish my drink.

Then I'm thinking I'm gonna kick your Irish ass

in front of all your buddies here.

Anyone ever tell you you suffer

from an abundance of confidence?

It's come up.

Well, I appreciate you

saving me the trouble of finding you.

Yeah, well,

no one wants to see another fucking Irishman in Chinatown.

You say that like you've got any kind of goddamn right

to be in this country.

And where were you born, Mr. Leary?

- That's not the fucking point. - So what is the point?

The point is, my people bled for this country.

Your people are bleeding it dry,

like fucking pestilence.

Your people came here for the same reason we did.

The cupboards were bare.

People needed to feed their children.

Do you have any children, Leary?

Are we gonna talk or are we gonna fight?

You ready?

Let's go.

You gonna dance or are you gonna fight?

Come on!

Yeah!

Come on!

Come on!

Yeah, right here.

Come on!

Come on!

Stay out of Chinatown.

Or I'll be back with a fucking army.

Morning.

Good morning, Chao.

You're up early.

I'm up late.

I don't, uh, sleep much these days.

These are difficult times.

You taking a trip?

Something like that.

Well, you went out strong.

It felt good to scrap again.

Where you gonna go?

It's a big country.

I'll know when I get there.

You'll tell him?

Well,

I think that's it, then.

Keep an eye on my boy.

You bastard!

- I'm sorry, Mr. Buckley. - It's okay, Miss Foster.

So you're buying reporters now?

Don't be ridiculous.

I've been buying reporters for years.

How do you think I kept your husband

out of the papers for so long?

I will find one that you don't own.

Are you so determined

to sully your late husband's reputation?

Jacob didn't deserve what you did to him.

Me? What did I do?

The police apprehended a suspect,

one whom you aided and abetted, I might add.

Mrs. Blake,

you've been through a terrible time

these last few months.

Your father died, your business was destroyed,

and now your husband has been killed

right in front of you.

Any one of these events would be more than most could bear.

Mr. Buckley, what are you doing?

What?

Oh, help!

- What are you doing? - She's gone mad!

- What are you doing? Why did you do that?

- Buckley, get up! - What's going on here?

She's in here!

- Oh, God. - Help!

- She stabbed me! - Stop!

- All right, miss. Come along with us.

- Wait. - She stabbed me!

- He stabbed himself! - Come on, let's go!

- He stabbed himself! - Sure he did, miss.

Mr. Buckley, I'm calling the medic.

- He stabbed himself! - All right, that's enough.

Lucy.

You look terrible.

I heard about the riot.

I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

I'm not.

Are you coming back?

Not right now. No.

I never meant for any of this to happen.

I don't... I don't even know how it did.

I was just going out there every day

trying to do some good and...

At some point, for some reason, good stopped being an option.

A better man would have made better choices.

I know that.

But the thing is,

I think I can still be that man.

I know I have no right to ask it of you.

I know I put you and the children in danger,

and that is unforgivable.

I know that, but...

Do you have any love left for me at all?

I swear to you, I can be that man again.

Lucy...

Please.

I miss you.

Mr. Buckley.

Is my sister home?

I'm afraid your sister's had an episode.

An episode?

A mental collapse of some kind.

She stabbed me in my office.

What?

Of course, I won't press charges.

She's been through so much, the poor woman.

It is my hope that with sufficient rest

she will be able to come home.

What do you mean "come home"?

Where is she?

Not your type.

I know.

What are you doing here, Mai Ling?

You didn't show up to our last meeting.

I've been unable to reach you,

and I figured your redheads might have better luck.

Operating a little far from home,

don't you think?

I think maybe you're a little far from home yourself.

Tennessee, was it?

Now, I'm no expert,

but it looks to me like you fought for the losing side.

I have two more.

They're for sale.

What do you want?

The same as you, Mr. Buckley.

I want blood in the streets.

Gentlemen, this area here is Hop Wei territory.

The Hop Wei are the most powerful

and brutally violent gang in Chinatown.

This is where we'll start.

I don't love the idea of sending my men

to do battle with that lot on their streets.

They're our streets, Chief Flannagan,

but rest assured,

we're not going to fight on their terms.

We're going to fight with the most powerful weapon

at our disposal, laws.

All the surrounding businesses are the lifeblood

of the Hop Wei, and we're gonna shut them down

by enforcing every long-neglected ordinance

on our books. For example,

ordinance 234 concerning the operation of brothels.

Ordinance 250 concerning the review

of every laundromat permit in the area.

263 concerning maximum occupancies

in Chinatown apartments.

We will enforce these laws, not by levying fines,

but by making arrests and shutting down businesses.

Ordinance 275 is about... Empty promises.

As long as there's a buck to be made with Chinese labor,

no one's gonna put Americans back to work.

Mr. Leary, you can't just walk in here.

This council doesn't recognize you in these proceedings.

They all recognize me just fine.

And for those of you that don't,

you soon will.

I'm Dylan Leary,

and I'm here on behalf

of the Workingmen's Party of California.

Stand up and assume the position.

Hug those bars!

Lunchtime.

♪ Slide me a whiskey across the bar top ♪

♪ My life is hard knock ♪

♪ And when your chest connects with my fist ♪

♪ It'll make your heart stop ♪

♪ Counting me out but you didn't add it up right ♪

♪ Brought a couple nunchucks to a gun fight ♪

♪ You know at this card table ♪

♪ The deck is stacked right up ♪

♪ Unless you look like, walk like ♪

♪ And quack like a duck ♪

♪ Been a long night with no match and one light ♪

♪ But like Bruce Lee, I survive standing upright ♪

♪ Phoenix from the fire, we're tight like no other ♪

♪ You see, I'm tired of fighting my own brother ♪

♪ It ain't over, we must destroy and rebuild ♪

♪ And still have to move the boulder up ♪

♪ This fool's gold hill ♪

♪ Warrior ♪

♪ Back at it again ♪

♪ Warrior ♪

♪ A new legend begins ♪

♪ Warrior ♪

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