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Has Mrs. Blake made a statement?

I thought it best not to press her until you arrived.

You did the right thing.

Jacob's not a murderer.

The mayor of San Francisco has been killed in his own home.

Someone is going to be arrested for it.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are looking for this man.

My men will not stop tearing this place apart.

- Know anything? - I don't.

- Would you tell me if you did? - Nah.

I can find your Jacob,

but I'll want something in return.

Ma'am, you need to leave now.

Any friend of the father is a friend of ours.

You can't just barge in here without appropriate...

Please... help me.

Why are you doing this?

- Miss, are you okay?

- I think so. I think so.

- Is... - I'm so sorry!

I... I didn't mean to!

- He tried to kill me!

Sophie! Sophie!

Sophie!

Sophie!

Get up. Please, get up, Sophie.

Sophie!

Sophie, Sophie!

- Where's Blake? - It's okay.

Don't move. Don't move.

I'll get you some water.

- Police will come, miss. What do we do?

- We tell them the truth. - I killed him!

- You were protecting me. - They will never believe it.

- I will make them believe.

I... I... I will testify that my life was in danger.

- You see what they do to Chinese for nothing.

Mr. Blake is Mayor. They will hang me.

- We have to get you out of here.

- I... I can't. - You can and you will.

There's a train to San Jose every morning.

You know the station.

Buy a ticket and get out of the city.

If anyone asks,

I'll tell the police that you've been away,

that you've been visiting family.

No one will have any reason to suspect you.

You just make sure no one sees you tonight.

- Thank you, miss. - Thank you, Jacob.

- Mother, it's me. It's time for your medicine.

I have to leave for a few days.

Chun Hua will come by to check on you.

I won't be long. I promise.

- I told you, Jacob! - Have you seen this man?

Have you seen him?

- Look at this face. Do you know this guy?

- Jacob. - Are you sure?

- Come on.

Hey! Hey, get back here!

Hey!

- Come here! You have to get back here!

- Where is he? - Have you seen him?

- No one here. Look.

- Hey, hey, hey, you seen this man?

- He's here? No? - Which way? This way!

- He went down this alleyway then.

- You got anything, boss?

- Check that house there with the light on.

- All right.

- San Francisco police. Open up.

- Open up!

- Get the fuck out of the way.

- Find the basement.

- Let's go down the stairs.

- Watch your step here.

- Filthy living.

- And would you fucking look at that?

- Jesus Christ.

- Who are you? What the fuck do you want?

Please.

Help me.

- I can't help you. - I'm not a murderer.

- I don't care.

- Please. I don't have anywhere to go.

- Look, I don't stick my neck out for people I know,

- and I don't know you. - I can pay you.

- You can't pay me enough to get involved with this.

Any Chinaman walking around with that much chop's

gonna be found guilty of something.

- Then take it off my hands.

I just need to get out of the city.

My mistress told me to catch a train, uh, to San Jose.

- You'll be needing that.

- Thank you.

- Look, the bulls will be watching the train stations

and the ports.

By now they've sent word to San Jose,

Sacramento, every city in a hundred miles.

You killed the mayor of San Francisco, so...

I didn't mean to kill...

- They aren't gonna let up until you're caught or dead.

Your best bet is across the salt.

- I can't go back to China. - And you can't stay here.

- How?

You said they're watching the port.

- Hmm.

- I can't ride all the way to China in a coffin.

- You can always stay here in a coffin.

Look, I got a man on the ship.

They'll let you out when you're in international waters.

- You've done this before?

- More than once.

Sun'll be up in about two hours.

That's when they start moving the dead bodies to the port.

- Whoa!

- Stop there, driver! - Hey, whoa!

- Let's see what you've got there.

No, he doesn't look very dead to me, does he?

- So you got your man.

- Not now.

- I'm just wondering how you knew exactly where he'd be.

- I was working these streets long before you got here.

Maybe I picked up a few tricks.

Mr. Buckley got a tip.

- Buckley?

- That's right.

- That doesn't strike you as odd?

A brand-new mayor somehow

getting information from Chinatown?

- Why should it?

- We're not getting the full picture here.

Buckley obviously has another agenda.

- Maybe, and if it wasn't for his tip,

we'd still be tossing Chinatown,

making life hell for all the other Chinese.

So what's your problem?

- I don't trust him.

- It doesn't matter.

- I don't trust you.

You found your swordsman

and now you found the mayor's killer

faster than a scalded cat.

For a man who doesn't care about police work,

you sure do get results.

- You like your farming expressions, yeah?

Here's one.

Don't dig up more snakes than you can kill.

Let's go!

Yah!

- Get the hell out of here.

- Move 'em out! Yah!

- Clear the way! Clear the way!

- Relax, Chao. It's over.

- You know they're gonna hang him, right?

- Did he tell you he didn't do it?

- Everyone in Chinatown was gonna pay for his crime.

- You did the right thing.

- Let's go, boys. All right?

- Word spreads fast.

- Think there'll be trouble?

- No, just keep moving! Step lively, everyone!

All right! All right!

That's far enough, boys!

- Word is you've got the slant that killed Blake.

- We don't know anything.

We're just bringing him in for some questions.

- You need eight cops to ask questions?

Hey!

They've got the chink who killed the mayor!

- Bill, Bill, they're taking the horses.

- Okay, come on, come on, come on.

- Get back! You men need to get back now!

- Thing is we've got some questions of our own,

so why don't you guys take a five minute smoke

- and we'll ask them? - Fuck off, Tully.

Do you really wanna go back to jail over some Chinaman?

- No jury would convict me.

Come on, Bill. Just give us the chink.

Huh? Come on!

- Easy! - Stay back!

- Come on, lads! Get that chink!

- Back, boys! - Stay back!

- Put that away! No guns!

The last thing we want is to be killing our own over this.

You wanna crack a few skulls, well, they've got that coming.

- Step aside, Bill. We're taking him.

- The fuck you are! Now listen to me!

I know you're looking for justice,

but this isn't the way!

- Get that chink! Get him!

- That's it. Come on, lads!

Get off!

- That's it! - Give them it!

Come on, guys!

- Get the chink!

- Come on, boys! Get that chink out of there!

Come on now!

- Get that chink over here!

- Go in, come on!

- Drag him out!

- That's it.

Come on!

Come on! Come on!

- You slept.

I didn't think I could.

- You needed to.

- I should go.

- There's no need to be rushing anywhere,

things being the way they are.

I'll make you some tea.

- I could do with something stronger.

- A little early, don't you think?

- Thinking's what I'm trying to avoid.

- Well...

It's lucky for you I live in a bar.

- Murderer!

- Get him! Hold him still!

- Tully!

Tully!

- Get him up there!

- Tully!

- Tully! - What the hell?

String him up!

- Tully!

- Hey!

Fuck off!

Get the fuck off.

What the fuck is happening, Bill?

- Fucking Tully!

- Please!

- Stop! Let go!

- Get off him!

Stop! Let him go!

No!

Jacob!

Stop, stop!

Stop!

Jacob!

Stop! Stop!

- Move!

- Stop!

They killed him.

He saved Penny's life,

and they strung him up like an animal.

- Yes. - You didn't stop them.

How could you just stand there while... while they...

- Hey, I walked into that mess same as you.

I wouldn't have been able to stop it anyway.

This was always gonna happen one way or another.

I told the cops as much. I told the mayor, too.

No one wanted to listen.

- There's a dead man hanging right outside your bar!

- And there'll be more dead men before the day is done!

Will you blame me for them, too?

This is a goddamn reckoning,

and anyone who didn't see it coming

had their head in the fucking sand!

- Go home.

- Dylan...

- Go back to your high castle and your pretty things.

You were never anything more than a tourist here,

just taking in the fucking sights.

Well...

Now you've seen them.

- These chinks have gone too far!

- Yes!

- If the cops can't do their fucking jobs,

then we'll do it for them!

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

Eh? Who's coming?

That's it! Let's go!

Come on!

Let's go, boys!

Come on now!

- Lee.

Lee!

Where the hell do you think you're going?

- Fuck that. I'm waiting for the cavalry.

- Yeah, Bill, we're not gonna die for some murdering chink.

- We don't have the numbers!

God damn it! Fuck!

Lee!

- Chao.

I won't forget your help today.

- Well, it's not like you gave me a choice.

- And when you went behind my back to take down Zing,

what kind of choice did you give me?

If I were you,

I'd be grateful for the opportunity

I gave you to redeem yourself.

- I gave that man my word.

I took his money.

- There are greater things at stake here

- than your precious reputation. - What we did today,

- turning in one of our own... - Like you turned in Zing?

- Zing was a gangster and a murderer.

He had it coming.

- I think you might be splitting hairs here.

Come on, Chao.

What we did today was for Chinatown.

To keep the bulls and the ducks

where they belong, out of our bowl.

The more cause they have to be here,

the more at risk we all are.

I would think if anyone could understand that,

it would be you.

- Sweet fuck.

- Hey, there's no time to turn the horses around!

We gotta get off the street!

Mai Ling, let's go!

- Come on! Come on now!

- What the fuck is this?

- Hong. - Yeah, boss?

- Get everyone. Now.

If we dice these ducks,

they'll bring in the fucking army.

- We don't dice them, they'll burn this place down,

then bring in the army.

- What do you think?

- I think I'm glad I'm not in charge.

- Fuck you.

- What do you think?

- I think we spend every day living in their world.

But today they're gonna die in ours.

- Hey.

- Out of the way! Out of the way!

- Hey!

- Fucking pig.

Fucking pig!

Whose side are you on?

Back!

- Lee!

Lee, goddamn it,

you self-righteous little prick!

Lee! Fuck off!

Lee!

- It's Chou, goddamn it! Let me in!

Go.

- A brothel?

- If you prefer the street, you know where the door is.

We gotta lock this place down now.

Where's Ah Toy?

- Wh... what the hell happened to you?

- Believe it or not, I actually won the fight.

Is it bad out there?

- It's not good. Where are your girls?

- I sent them to the Hop Wei when we first got word.

- W... we can't protect them here.

Easy, easy, easy.

- You're burning up. - I'll be fine.

I just need to rest.

Mai Ling.

What's she doing here?

- It's a long story.

- You'll excuse me if I don't bow.

You need a doctor.

- I don't think you're gonna find one today.

- No.

- Well, then I guess we just wait it out together.

- I have some experience patching up wounds.

Maybe I can help.

Do you mind if I take a look?

- I need to clean out the wound and sew it up

before it gets infected.

Do you have any medical supplies?

- So how many were there? - Two.

- Only two?

- They were big motherfuckers.

- What was that?

- Stay with her.

Just relax.

- The fuck are you swinging at me?

Hey!

I kinda like these.

- Fucker broke my goddamn nose.

- Can I borrow these?

You need to be still.

I should be down there.

- Whatever's going on down there,

Chou and that ridiculously large man will handle it.

- What if they can't?

- Then whoever it is will be in here soon enough.

Either way, there's no reason to get up.

Now, let's sew this up.

Say good-bye, chink.

- Mm!

- You shouldn't be here. - But I bet you're glad I am.

- In here!

- Jacob's dead.

And it's like the entire world's gone mad.

- No.

This is the world.

Almost done.

Where did you learn how to do that?

- I was married to a warlord back in China.

- The men who fought for him would often come back wounded.

I patched them up as best I could,

not that I wanted to but...

when they died, he blamed me.

I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

If it wasn't for his cruelty,

I wouldn't know anything about sewing up wounds.

Where would you be then?

You need to be still.

- You're not a very good patient.

Everything I've done since I've come to America...

I did so I wouldn't feel like this ever again.

Weak.

Vulnerable.

- It seems like you've done a pretty good job.

- You, too.

From a warlord's wife...

to a warlord herself.

Why are you helping me?

- Well, I'm taking shelter in your house.

Feels like the least I can do.

Like you haven't seen what's going on out there.

We may not like each other

but today we're Chinese and they're not,

and that's all that matters.

If we live to tomorrow,

we can go back to the luxury of our own agendas.

- I didn't have an agenda.

I think I just convinced myself I didn't have any other choice.

- Neither of us did.

Not if the only other option was submission.

- We had to fight.

- And if we make it to tomorrow,

will things be any different?

We don't need the Irish.

Tongs will go right back to dicing one another.

- And you'll go back to selling sex.

- Yes.

We'll both do terrible things,

all because neither one of us is ever

gonna go back to what we were.

- San Francisco Police!

Stand down!

- You're all right. Good.

- Easy now, easy now.

- Oi, heads up, lads.

- What the hell are you doing?

We finally put a stop to this mess,

and you wanna start another fight?

I'm serious. Don't take another step.

- We're here for him.

- Be quick about it.

This place... None of us can be our best selves.

We're too busy just trying to survive.

I can't do it anymore.

Wait! You're a cop. Not anything else.

Guess I'll find out.

You know that weight you feel. You can't fight an entire city.

Learn to live with it.

You bastard!

Mr. Buckley! What are you doing?

So...

who's buyin'?

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.

Are we gonna talk or are we gonna fight?

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