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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, until I get this sorted.

Hey, boy. Come here. Little man.

It'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. 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.

Yeah. You take care of your Ma, yeah?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

And your brothers and sisters.

- Good boy. - Yeah.

- Hey. - Love you, Dad.

- I'll send for you. - Don't.

Don't stop. Not for anything.

- I thought you quit gambling. - I did.

Then why were the Fung Hai here?

The fuck are you looking at?

Now, 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.

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.

- 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... you get away from me!

So, what do you think?

I think maybe we made a wrong turn somewhere.

Hey, watch it!

Sophie. 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, Penny tells me you were quite the athlete.

- Played rugby at Yale, full back. - Kind of a vicious game, isn't it?

Yeah, well, like our 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.

Yeah, 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, then, how do they know when it's over?

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. 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 end up with something more honest, like nature intended.

You find out what kind of man you are.

- Or if you're even a man at all. - I suppose.

- I mean, I haven't really considered... - Tell me, Mr. Thornhill...

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'll 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 awhile, 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... - Three hundred dollars.

- 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.

Seems you've thought of everything.

I'll give you a thousand dollars.

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 thousand is an investment,

and in exchange for forty percent 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 your 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 attacked 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?

- 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 get your blood. Two days.

Then you 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, 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.

Well, I'll 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 of 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?

- I'm just saying. - Shut the fuck up, Hong.

- So, Hong likes cock, huh? - Yeah. In every fucking hole.

He's like a sword fighter.

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.

- This way, Sergeant. - 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 is 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 good will.

For too long, they've flaunted 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.

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?

Oh, 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?

- 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, next a hatchet man.

America. Land of opportunity.

For Americans. You'll never fucking be one.

And the sad thing is, you chinks don't see it.

It doesn't matter what fancy fucking suit 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.

Don't be scared.

Come on.

She wish to leave with you.

Hello.

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's nothing better out there for them.

Because I take care of them.

You will be safe with her.

- What? - I wish I understood you better.

- I wish, too. - Well, 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.

Well, so you can see it for yourself.

- We open soon. Too much work. - Tomorrow morning, then.

Please?

I want to show you that these girls can live a happy life.

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 cancellation 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've 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.

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, but...

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's 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 actually 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! Been 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.

We'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's 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.

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?

You sure you're not Irish?

Okay.

Tell me about this tunnel.

Officer Lee. It's good to see you. Is this a business matter?

- 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 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 hundred feet, yeah?

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

- Right. - Right.

- All right. - Fuck!

- You all right? - I think so.

- That a girl. - Look out!

Come here. Come here.

You and Dax need to get out of here, 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. All right, come on.

Quick. Go. Quick.

Go on!

Go on!

Sophie! You all right?

Sophie. Sophie! Are you all right? Sophie!