All language subtitles for Warrior (2019) - S02E05 WEB.eng

- Did I wake you up?
- No.

You don't sleep enough.

You don't need to worry about me.

You're troubled. I feel it.

I'm not.

The peace is holding.
Our prospects are good.

I know you don't approve of our alliance
with the Fung Hai, but it's necessary.

That's not what's keeping you up
at night.

Ah Sahm.

- What about him?
- You feel guilty.

For ordering his death.

- And you judge me for doing it.
- Mai Ling, no.

Because what kind of person
would kill her own brother?

- That's not what I meant.
- Good.

Because you have no idea
what he did to me.

The things I endured.

You're right.

I think about it.

Over and over again.

I see him,

lying there,

bloody and beaten,
and he's looking up at me.

And suddenly, there is no tournament,
no tongs...

Nothing, just...

Just a boy,
crying for his sister to help him.

I can't undo what's happened.

He's your family.

Don't you think he could forgive you?

I wouldn't.

I haven't.

Miss.

Jacob. What is that awful smell?

- It's opium, miss.
- Opium?

What is it doing here?

There were boxes of it hidden
in the storeroom.

There were bodies, too.

Hop Wei.

My source in Chinatown says the Fung Hai
are back to business as usual.

So tonight's the night, boys.
No one leaves after their shifts.

Not for a fuck, a drink,
or a goddamn prayer at church.

If you've got business to take care of,
you take care of it today.

Because tonight we show these
heathen bastards what happens

when you fuck with San Francisco cops!

- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
- Let's go!

Where the fuck have you been?

Lee, you look like a puddle of shit.

Did you tell the men
why the Fung Hai attacked you?

And why would I do that?

You want to unburden yourself?
Be my guest.

But we both know
it won't make a damn bit of difference.

Fucking hell, Lee, you were there.
They had a knife to my boy's throat.

What makes you think
they'll stop coming?

- These animals need to be put down!
- Oh, so that's what this is.

- Revenge.
- You're damn right!

And after what they did to you,
I'd think you'd want a piece as well.

They didn't do this to me, Bill.
You did.

All of this is because of you.

Look, I don't have time
for this right now.

We are going in there tonight,

and if you are anything less
than stone fucking sober,

we are going have a problem, am I clear?

- Is that an order, Sergeant?
- Yes, it is a fucking order!

Penny.

- Penny, hi. I came as soon as I heard.
- Well, I guess that makes sense,

considering the amount of opium
you had stored here.

It's gone, by the way. All of it.

- I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice.
- I trusted you.

And you used me.

The worst part is
I actually paid you to do it.

I also paid you for protection.
So, job well done there.

Your men are dead.

Don't worry. Jacob took them away
before the police arrived.

- Thank you.
- Believe me, I didn't do it for you.

My fault, really.
I knew what you were when I hired you.

Yeah, and what does that say about you?

You need to leave now.

Because if you don't,
it's very possible I'm going to scream.

Chief Flannagan. Please, have a seat.

No need. I won't be long.

It's been a while
since we broke bread together.

I was starting to feel
a little forgotten.

I gather you heard about Mercer Steel.

It's right here.

So, a fat city contract goes to Mercer,

and now it turns out
he's the Mayor's father-in-law.

And that doesn't strike anyone
as rotten?

It struck somebody as something,
because they went and blew it up.

I don't know anything about that.

Neither do you, or I'd be in cuffs
right now, wouldn't I?

This stops now, you hear me?

There'll be no more bombings.
No more attacks.

Like I said,
I don't know anything about it.

But if I did,
do you really think coming in here,

and talking at me like some uppity
schoolmarm would change a fucking thing?

Then I'll talk to you more directly.

This keeps happening, no one on my end
will give a shit about due process.

They'll be calling for your head,

and they'll turn a blind fucking eye
to what it takes to get it!

There's the Irishman. Good for you.

So, as long as we're just two Irishmen
talking, I'll be equally clear.

Your people at City Hall created
this mess,

by starving their own citizens to line
the pockets of friends and relatives.

And now those citizens are
fighting back, as hungry men will.

The fact is, it's out of my hands.

Things keep going on
the way they're going around here,

this city is going burn.

And when it does,
the blood will be on your hands.

Not mine.

You and the fucking politicians
that pay your wages.

Welcome to Sonoma.
I'm so glad you decided to come.

- It's beautiful.
- It is, isn't it?

This is Nuwa.

She will help you get settled.

Welcome. Please. Come with me.

Go and help her.

Please follow me.

The harvest is over,
but we're getting ready for next year.

There's always work to be done.

We have rooms over in the bunkhouse,
and cows and pigs in the barn.

The girls are never bored.

They look happy.

- Good morning, Fen Hua.
- Morning, Miss Nellie.

I found Fen Hua just over a year ago.

She was in a crib brothel on the Barbary
Coast, under the most awful conditions.

Her hair was missing some patches

and she'd bitten her fingers
right down to bloody stumps.

She thought that
if she made herself undesirable,

then her captors might release her.

Or maybe just...

Kill her.

Most of these girls
come from places like that.

You know, some of them were kept
in cages,

beaten, raped, every day, for months.

From the moment they set foot
on our shores,

they've known nothing but suffering.

But I want to give them something else.

You know, the thing
that brought them here to begin with.

Hope.

And that's what America is supposed
to be, right? That's why you came?

That's why everyone comes.

Come on, there's so much more to see.

- Samuel? What are you doing here?
- The damage is extensive.

I can't imagine anyone
buying you out at this point.

I have no intention of selling.

And if you're here to gloat, can you do
it later? I'm a little busy right now.

Penny, dear, you must know this rift
between us brings me no joy.

- How long to rebuild?
- A month. Six weeks, at most.

If you're worried about our ability
to fill the city's order...

Well, not to put too fine a point on it,
but yes, I am worried.

As I told you,
our contract is legally binding.

Of course. As long as you anticipate
no interruption in deliveries?

No late shipments?

Because the contract is only binding
if all parties adhere to the terms.

Surely your lawyer
must've told you that.

On your advice,
I sought some legal counsel of my own.

We'll deliver. On time.

I don't see how,
given the state of things.

And, while as your husband I would
like nothing more than to help you,

as Mayor, I'm afraid my hands are tied.

Samuel, please.

I'm begging you.

I know it's disappointing.

You gave it your best,
I'll give you that.

But anyone can see
this is where the road ends.

It'll be good to have you
at home again, dear.

I say we go dice
these Mick cunts right now!

There are dozens of them, two of us.
It's suicide.

We've got a fucking tong, man!

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

- Father Jun's going take our heads.
- He doesn't know anything.

He doesn't have to, ever.

You don't know
what you're talking about, man!

Father Jun may be checked out,
but you better believe

he watches the fucking books.

Even if we had the chop
to place a late order to China,

which we don't,
we'd never get it in time.

We're going start missing deliveries
in a week.

I'll go see Happy Jack.

- Get some more stuff to hold us over.
- No way he's going to front you.

- He made that pretty fucking clear.
- Nah, that was before he knew us.

We're a good long term prospect for him.
I'll work something out.

I'm in.

What the fuck is he talking about?

I have no idea. You don't know
what the fuck we're talking about.

Well, not the details.
I'm too damn fresh for that.

- Damn right.
- Yes, you are.

It sounds like you started
scoring molasses off the books

from a local supplier
to boost your margins.

But your shipment just got fried,

and now you don't have
the chop to replace it.

If you take more chop, Father Jun
will notice, and you're fucked.

If you don't, you'll miss deliveries,
Father Jun will notice.

And you're fucked. All roads lead
to some kind of major fuckery.

Look, I don't know what kind
of fucking story you're spinning here...

Hey! You're not getting me.
I'm not looking to sink your shit.

- I just want to help.
- Why?

You guys stood up for me. I didn't
need you to, but I appreciated it.

You're my best American friends.

- Okay.
- This onion's batshit crazy.

We can work with crazy.

- They eat dinner together?
- It creates a sense of family.

Something these girls desperately need.

So many girls.

Well, it's grown faster
than I even dared hope.

I'm going open a second winery soon.

How you pay for all this?

My husband left me
a substantial fortune.

But the wine we make,
that pays for the land and the food.

Even after I'm gone,
these girls will have a home.

Come on, let's eat.

Ah-Toy.

What's wrong?

This place reminds me of my grandmother.

She had beautiful garden in China.

Very peaceful.

We grow tomato together.

I don't think of her in a long time.

Do you know, you found my favorite place
on the entire property?

- Here?
- Yeah.

Well, this is
where the transformation happens.

Everything in these barrels
starts out as grape juice.

It's sweet, but unrefined.

Drink too much,
it'll you'll give the trots.

But with a little patience and care...

It becomes something else.

Go on. Try.

Come on.

- It's good.
- Yeah, it'll get you drunk, too.

God, you take care
of so many people, Ah-Toy.

But who takes care of you?

It must be lonely.

Sometimes.

I thought you said you couldn't deliver.

Oh, I said it would be difficult
with all the heat on me,

not that I couldn't do it.

- Where did you get them?
- I didn't "get" them. I had them made.

To your exact specifications.
Easier to control quality that way.

Where do you want the rest of them?

Bring them back.

Your fee.

- It's more than we agreed upon.
- For your trouble.

And a down payment
on our future endeavors.

The thing is, I'm not a bank.
I don't hold money I didn't earn.

You want to put in another order,
that's fine.

But my loyalty's not for sale.

What if that isn't good enough for me?

All due respect, but tough shit.

I like that. I like that. Big talk.

Chest puffed up like he's got a pair.

Except you're trying too hard, Chao.

And when a guy like you
overplays his hand,

a man with a reputation
for being unshakable...

I wonder if something is...

...wrong.

Let's go. Come on. Let's go.

- Hide the bodies.
- Yes, sir.

So how about it?

You got something
you want to get off your chest?

Okay. You want the truth,
here's the truth.

I don't like you, Zing.

I don't like your tong.
And I don't like your bullshit threats.

And if you can't respect
my independence,

we got nothing more to talk about.

Now.

If you want to do business,
you know where to find me.

Here's the thing, Chao. When we
do business, we do it with family.

If you're Fung Hai,
you're Fung Hai, and that's it.

We'll kill for you. We'll die for you.

But if you're not...

That's a problem we got to fix.

- The fuck's taking so long?
- Relax.

My man will signal us when it's time.

- What's the signal?
- As soon as Chao comes out, we go in.

- Get the fuck off me!
- Hold him.

Was that so fucking hard?

A toast to our new brother!

Big fucking balls and all.

You're so full of shit.

What is this?
Hey! What the fuck are you doing here?

I'm with Chao.

To the Fung Hai!

The itchiest motherfuckers I know!

This motherfucker is Long Zii.

Where's the other one?

Hurt him, badly. But keep him alive.
I want to know what he had planned.

Alive!

Li Yong.

Let's see how those big balls
handle steel, motherfucker!

- What was that?
- That's our cue, boys. Let's go.

- Move, let's go!
- Move it out! Let's go! Let's go!

You're out of bullets, asshole.

Wrong.

So. We're finally going find out
who's better.

I never really wondered.

Then I guess you'll just have
to humor me.

I should tell you, once I kill you,
I'll go and see Mai Ling.

I'm going fuck her
like she's never been fucked.

After that, I'll eat her fucking heart
and piss in the hole.

And all because you didn't have
the balls to say "fuck you" to my face.

Fuck you.

McLeod!

- This your idea of a plan?
- I improvise!

- Get him out of here!
- He's with us!

Be grateful for your pain.
It means you're still alive.

Lee, let's go!

I'm kind of mad at you!

Back up!

Don't move!

Drop the sword.

Hey!

I know you.

This is who we came for.

You think you can send your thugs to my
house and threaten my fucking family?

Oh, you are going suffer, Zing,
I promise you that.

And I am going be with you
every step of the goddamn way.

- You sure it's him?
- It's the right type of sword.

- He definitely knew how to use it.
- We found this, too.

- VRT.
- Victor R. Timmons.

One of the murdered tycoons
up on Nob Hill.

Son of bitch. That'll do it,
as far as I'm concerned.

I'd pat you two on the backs,
but quite frankly,

this feels like a case
of dumb fucking luck.

You two get your asses downstairs.
We've got an unholy mess to mop up.

Yes, sir.

That's the closest he's ever come
to a compliment, by the way.

He's right, about luck.
We come here for one reason,

and we find this sword and watch,
handy as a rope at a hanging.

I assume you've heard the one
about the gift horse, yeah?

Yeah, I'm just saying that the Fung Hai
had reason to come after you.

That makes sense. But why Timmons and
McCormick? Why the men at The Banshee?

- It doesn't add up.
- For fuck's sake, Lee, we won.

We got our fucking man.
The sword, the watch...

...it doesn't make sense
because chinks don't make sense.

They never will.

Jesus, Lee, would it kill you to be
happy about something for two seconds?

You're right. We won.

What happened?

Zing has been arrested.

The bulls raided his headquarters.

The police targeted the Fung Hai?
How would they even know where to go?

Did Chao put you up to this?

Do you really think
Chao can tell me what to do?

Zing was our ally.

The Fung Hai were the only thing keeping
the Hop Wei from declaring war.

Zing was out of control.

He ordered the death
of a police sergeant and his family.

Do you have any idea what would
have happened if he had succeeded?

The ducks have their killer.

The raids will end.

- They'll leave us alone.
- The ducks will never leave us alone.

You moved without me.

I tried to warn you about Zing.

- But you wouldn't listen.
- Then you needed to speak louder.

Hey! You see Happy Jack? How'd it go?

- It could have gone better.
- So, what? Nothing?

Oh! We are fucked so hard.

Not yet.

Come back here, you bastard!
You can't do this!

She's just a little girl!
She belongs with me!

She belongs with someone
who can take care of her!

What the hell were you thinking?
Father Jun will kill you.

- Not if you help me.
- I'm not going help you start a war,

all because of your misguided
need for revenge.

- That's not what this is.
- No, then what is it?

Father Jun is letting Mai Ling
become more and more powerful.

You said yourself,
she's a danger to Chinatown.

- She is. But so are you.
- What?

Betraying Father Jun,
pitting father against son.

You're going tear apart the only tong
that can stand up to her.

We'll never stand up to her. Not as long
as Father Jun is running things.

You think Young Jun would do any better?

Not Young Jun. You.

You are more like Mai Ling
than you even realize.

Nice.

Listen to me.
You need to stop this, right now.

You cannot cross Father Jun.

So that's a "no" on a loan?

I told Ah Toy I'd help
because we're friends.

But this, this is highly irregular.
She should be with family.

Her mother is whore.
Her father is... me.

I almost die last night. Not first time.

This country, it want to kill us.

I'm trying to change that.

Look at her. What do you see?

- A beautiful little girl.
- Beautiful little white girl.

She have a chance I never have.
She have chance to live good life.

Good life.

If no one find out
what she really is. No one.

I know a couple,
desperate for a child of their own.

They're kind, well-respected.
They'll be good to her.

- Good.
- What's her name?

- Hah-na.
- Hannah?

Hannah.

I wasn't sure you'd pull it off.

I have to admit, I was surprised to hear
you were fighting here.

- I had to see it for myself.
- Why are you here, Mai Ling?

- Because you're my family.
- Family?

I want my brother back.

Your brother died the night you ordered
your boyfriend to kill him.

Which was just a few days after he saved
your life, in case you've forgotten.

I made a mistake.
I made a terrible mistake.

And I haven't slept a night since.

I've been angry for so long, I...

I just lost myself in it.
And I want to fix things between us.

No.

You have to see that if the tongs
go to war, you'll lose.

I don't want to see you getting hurt.

You should worry less
about what's going happen to me,

and more about what I'm going do to you.

And you really think killing me
is going satisfy you?

I'm not going kill you.
We're family, right?

I'm just going destroy the Long Zii

and everything you care about
and leave you alive to watch it burn.

- I guess I should go then.
- You really should.

Lovers' quarrel?

You don't get that worked up
when you fight.

- Nah. She's nothing.
- Yeah. It looked like nothing.

Hey. That tournament you told me about?
You still need a fighter?