All language subtitles for warrior.s02e10.1080p.web.h264-jebaited_Track03

Oh, for god's sake!

It's a good likeness.

What the fuck happened to you?

Were 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

I just needed to come outside

make sure it was still here.

Looks like you had quite the day.

That?

Oh, it's just a painting.

Nose is too big.

Regardless

it's an opportunity.

You're a symbol to your people.

It's paint on the 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.

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 counter attack.

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 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.

If 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're intent
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.

Yes, 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've 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?

Then 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?

It'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

and 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 want to 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.

It 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.

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.

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 want to 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've 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?

She-She wants to drive a wedge
between us..

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..

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've 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've 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.

Kind of like now.

I think your tempo is 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?

You again?

It's nice to see you, too.

I don't want any more trouble here.

I'm glad to hear it.

So, 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 allowances.

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.

And 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.

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
the 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.

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.
- Yes.

Your people are bleeding it dry

like fucking pestilence.
- Yes, they sure are.

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 you gonna fight?

Come on!

Yeah!

Come on!

Come on!

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 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, Ms. 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-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?

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..
- Come with me, please.

...himself!
- Come on. Let's go.

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

Mr. Buckley, I'm calling the medic.
- It wasn't me!

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've 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..

If 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
has 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's my hope
that with sufficient rest

she will be able to come home.

What do you mean, come home?

Where is she?

No!

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.

You're 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.