All language subtitles for Warrior (2019) - S02E10 WEB.eng

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.
- 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 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.

- 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.
And 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?

We'll bounce back.

So Father Jun saved your ass?

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 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 wants to drive a wedge between us...
- There is a wedge between us!

- You're her fucking brother!
- I'm your brother.

- 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'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 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?

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 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 because 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.

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 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, 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, 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.

- She stabbed me!
- He stabbed himself!

- 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'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'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'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...
- 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.