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I thought you hated weddings.

I do, but I wasn't
going to miss this one.

Maybe we'll finally see these
two tongs come together.

I don't think that's what we're seeing.

I, Walter Franklin Buckley,
do solemnly swear

to perform the duties
as mayor of San Francisco

to the best of my ability,
so help me God.

It is not enough to complain
about the barbarians

at the gates of our great city,
wringing our hands

as we wait for the state
or nation to intervene.

The defense of our city and
our way of life falls to us.

It is the fighting spirit of Americans

that led to the birth
of our great nation.

We must preserve that spirit

and not allow the insidious insurgents

of a devious alien race

to come between us and our destiny.

With your continued support,

we will cleanse every trace
of this rot and infection

from our streets, our ports,

our factories, and our fields.

And our shining golden city
will light the way forward,

not just for California,

but for the entire United States.

Jesus.

He thinks he just became president.

The day a politician steps into office

is the day he starts
looking for a bigger one.

Maybe "Governor" Buckley
would be a useful ally someday.

I'll wait to see if Mayor Buckley
can do half of what he says.

Or what he's told.

- Excuse me.
- Where are you going?

He got his votes. Time to earn them.

You don't mean the Donahue boys?

- Yeah.
- Wait.

Look around.

This is not the time.

This is the only time.

They're up in front
of the judge tomorrow.

Unless you want to pull
that string yourself.

I have a long list of items
for our new mayor,

and pardoning a couple
of hooligans is not on it.

I can't believe the going rate
for chief of police is all that high.

Atwood's not for sale.

Well, if not the purse, then the sword.

Either way, there's no need to squander

your political capital, or mine.

I won't be of much use to you
if I'm locked up for assault.

Just about every cop in that
police station is Irish.

If you can't figure out
a way to keep yourself

and a couple of Mick boys out of jail,

I wonder what use
you're going to be to anyone.

Drinks, music,

a whole spread.

The Long Zii know how to throw a party.

I'll give 'em that.

Can't be cheap.

Maybe we've been looking
in the wrong direction.

What is it?

Long Zii and Hop Wei
at a party together.

Is that not par for the course?

Not without a lot more blood.

Um...

I hear we're training new printers.

Come on, man. It's a party.

Yeah.

Isn't that right? Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

So you worried about the Long Zii?

Seems like things are going well.

Give me a minute, all right?

Boss stuff. Don't go too far.

I'm covering our asses.

This whole operation depends on one girl

who does everything

and knows everything.

Yeah, backup's good,
but Yan Mi is solid.

She won't be a problem.

I'm not willing to bet the tong on that.

Are you?

Look, I know you like her.

Get all the sticky you want.

All I'm saying is,
just don't get attached.

Get me?

I get you.

And speaking of sticky...

Excuse me.

Li Yong, may the elders
have a word with you?

I'll be back.

OK.

There are few things as
beautiful as a woman in love,

especially on her wedding day.

I mean, once you look past
all the naked ambition

and, you know, murder.

You're getting sentimental
in your old age.

I have seen the smartest people

do the stupidest things chasing love.

That has to mean something.

Well, maybe they're chasing
something that isn't real.

Just because something's rare
doesn't mean it isn't real.

Just means it costs.

Thank you, brother.

We welcome this new chapter
for the Long Zii and for you.

You have always been the
voice of reason for the tong.

We trust you will now use
that voice to help manage

Mai Ling's more reckless impulses.

There is only one voice
for the Long Zii.

You see?

He's too blind to see the danger.

You are her husband now,
and a leader of this town.

Wu Jin, please,
may I speak with Li Yong alone?

What?

Nothing.

You seem happy.

I am.

You know, not long ago, we were at war.

You and Li Yong were trying
to kill each other,

but tonight, we're family.

There's always tomorrow.

You know, this could be a new beginning

for the tongs, for Chinatown.

Isn't that what you want?

Don't you think we've earned it?

Tell Li Yong...

I said congratulations.

I won't go behind her back.

No one's asking for that.

I have great respect for
Mai Ling, but left unchecked,

her ambition could become
a liability for all of us,

even you.

You're wrong about her.

Am I?

How did Long Zii die?

The elders have run out of patience.

They're ready to fight
for control of the tong,

but it doesn't have to come to that.

They will listen to you
if you will listen to them.

We're only thinking of
what's best for the tong,

including Mai Ling.

She would be touched by your concern.

Li Yong, I'm on your side here.

I have to go back to my wife.

What was that about?

The elders wanted to pay their respects.

Agent Lee.

Thought your problem fixed.

So did I. Turns out we were both wrong.

Is there a cousin you forget to kill?

The Hop Wei celebrating
with the Long Zii.

I'm just wondering what could
bring them together like this.

Wedding, Agent Lee.

Chinese people get married too,
you know.

Well, I'm guessing
it's something more profitable,

and if the tongs are working together,

printing money, let's say,

it stands to reason that they'd need

a neutral party to broker that deal.

If so, then yes.

Chao.

Come on. We can help each other here.

We already help each other.

I'm going to close this case, Chao,

and if you're still involved when I do,

I'll take you down as well.

I won't feel good about it,
but I'll do it.

Not feel good, huh?

You are strange man, Agent Lee.

Sometime break law. Sometime follow law.

Sometime save life.

Sometime take life.

But Chao know what you come from.

Maybe you not feel good
because you confused.

Maybe you feel better
without badge on your chest.

If you change your mind,

you know where to find me.

Otherwise, I'd advise you
steer clear of tong business.

Good advice for anyone.

Hey.

I don't give a shit what Mai Ling says.

I'm taking back my property,

and I figure you owe me interest.

What's the going rate now

for the great Ah Toy's
legendary pussy...

Fuck!

You bit off my fucking nose!

Whoa. You OK?

I hate weddings.

His name is Marcel.

What?

Does he think he's Spanish or something?

It's French, I think.

A Chinese guy named Marcel.

Boss.

Dad, what are you doing out here?

Enjoying the night air.

In your pajamas?

- Hong?
- Yes, sir?

Shut up and go inside.

Yes, sir.

Sit with me.

May I?

So why are you out here?

I feel like I keep
waking up over and over.

From one dream into the next,

and I can never remember any of them.

I try, but it's all... sand.

But tonight, when I woke up out here,

I felt like myself for the
first time since we got back,

and I keep thinking, if I get up,

it's all going to slip away again.

It's just the fever.

It'll pass.

Your mother hated when I smoked.

If I smelled like smoke when I saw her,

she'd get pissed, jaw would stick out.

Her eyes would turn black.

I'm out here with no pants,

but that, I remember.

Hey.

You're going to be OK.

When you've scrapped as much as I have,

you know when you're losing the fight.

Where you coming from?

Mai Ling's wedding.

So she finally decided to marry Li Yong.

Yeah.

Let's see how long he lasts.

He'll be fine.

He's a follower,

unlike Mai Ling and her brother.

Ah Sahm's not like her.

His intentions may be
different, but in the end,

a man like that will
never accept being led.

So he'll always be a threat.

He's been fucked up lately.

But he would never
challenge me for the tong.

That's what I said about you.

Come on.

It's cold out here.

Just a little bit longer.

OK, Dad.

Horace. What's going on?

Hey, Bill.

Thought I'd start you
in accounting today.

How's that sound?

Thought I had to work my way up.

My wife thought otherwise.

You ever reconciled a ledger?

Don't think so.

The important part is
keeping track of who we owe

and who owes us.

I'm sure you're familiar
with that concept.

Amos over here will help you out.

As long as you can do basic math,

you should be fine.

Current month goes here,
invoicing here, received here.

Any discrepancies go there.

And "discrepancy" means
the difference...

I know what it means.

Sure.

Now, these codes correspond

to all the vendors we use regularly.

If it doesn't come up on that list,

I want you to write it down
at the bottom,

bring it to me at the end of the day.

If you any questions, ask.

Wait.

That'll be all.

Out of my way.

Mai Ling!

Kong Pak, what is this?

Wu Jin and the other elders are dead.

I barely survived!

I offered you friendship
and a seat at the table,

and you betrayed me.

You tried to turn my
own husband against me.

Li Yong, open your eyes.

If you won't stop her,
get out of the way,

and I will.

After everything she's done,

you are still willing to die for her.

Begin.

Please stop.

I warned you.

She'll never stop.

So I can't either.

They would have destroyed us.

You know that.

I made the choice so that
you wouldn't have to.

I did it for us.

Leave me alone.

But we're free now, Li Yong.

Go!

You're not telling me something.

They were busted for robbery.

You went in, and now they're
set to stand for assault!

Calm yourself, Killy.

That judge is going to
give them five years tomorrow

for stealing food.

What did you do?

I promise you. I did what I could.

You promise?

Jesus.

You're a proper fucking
fat cat now, aren't you?

I'm a man who knows how to
fight his own fucking battles.

- You should try it sometime.
- Oh.

All these years, we trusted you.

You were just stepping on our backs,
trying to get a leg up.

Christ, Dylan,
our boys used to play together.

It could have been your sons in there...

Go home.

Sleep it off.

You've forgotten yourself, Dylan,

forgotten who you are.

My boys wouldn't have been
stupid enough to get fucking pinched.

You OK?

Dan would have been 16 next week.

No, 17. Fuck me. 17.

You picked a hell of a time
to stop being a cop.

I need you in there.

Doesn't matter.
Atwood doesn't listen to me.

Those are your men at the station.

- Not anymore.
- Bullshit.

They followed your orders
for 10 fucking years.

You're telling me
you got no sway with them?

Those are men with families.

If it comes down to me or their jobs,

what do you think they'll pick?

Well, I guess we're both no
fucking good to anyone then, are we?

Fuck it.

Let's go.

What are they going to do, fire me?

Bill, you can't.

None of us like what's
going on with those lads,

but Chief Atwood, he's...

Atwood is a sanctimonious prick,

and he's cleaning house.

I may have been the first to go,

but I sure as hell won't be the last.

He thinks so much of you lot,

you're working a shift
reserved for rookies.

So just how long
do you think you've got?

A lot less if I let those boys go.

Sorry, Bill.

I can't.

Well, maybe I wasn't clear.

I'm not fucking asking.

Just make it quick.

Time to go, lads.

No one's going anywhere.

I always knew you weren't
much of a cop, O'Hara.

Harrison, put the prisoners back
in their cell, and lock the door,

and then cuff these two,
and bring them up for processing.

Sorry, chief.

Left my cuffs upstairs.

These boys don't belong here.

We're paying their fines,
and we're bringing them home.

We?

It didn't take you long
to find your level,

now did it, Irishman?

I hear you're fond of a wager, O'Hara.

So here it is.

You knock me down, the
Donahue boys are free to go.

Otherwise, the two of you join them.

Look.

If you think I'm stupid enough
to fight the chief of police...

Get him, Bill.

Come on, Bill!

Come on.

Come on!

Yes!

Take him out. Take him.

Keep your fucking hands up, Bill.

That's it, Bill.

I said keep your fucking hands up!

Come on, Bill!

For fuck's sake, stop fucking
around and hit him, Bill!

Yes!

- Come on!
- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Come on, Big Bill.

Where's that fighting Irish spirit?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

- Yeah!
- Come on!

Jesus!

Come on, Bill.

Settle in, Bill.

- Take him to the dump!
- Come on.

This cell is going to be your new home.

Please stop.

Stop!

What was that?

You had enough?

Please stop talking.

Yes, Bill!

Yes!

Get on your fucking feet.

I said get up!

Knock that pig out back, come on!

- Yes, Bill!
- Get him!

I may not be much of a cop...

but you're no fucking chief.

Bill. Bill!

We need to get you to a doctor.

Nah, best I've felt in years.

Oh, fuck.

Now that's an Irishman.

Stay.

I've got to go.

What?

What is it?

Young Jun's getting nervous
about the operation.

You mean me.

Yeah.

He's looking to close ranks.

How much time do I have?

He still needs you to print.

The new guys aren't ready yet.

But once they are...

Maybe you should think about
taking that train.

Fucking hell.

Ah, fuck.

Jesus.

Bill.

What in God's name happened?

Bill.

Answer me.

What happened?

Fight.

I see that. With who?

Atwood.

He had it coming.

What was this about, then?

Donahue boys.

Did you get them out at least?

I did.

They didn't arrest you?

They will.

Another one?

Yes.

I'll make sure he makes it back.

What do I do now, Chao?

Kong Pak was right.

I didn't want to listen.

And now he's gone.

The elders are gone.

There's only Mai Ling.

No. There's you.

Mai Ling has always done
whatever she has to to protect herself,

including marrying you.

Hey, I'm not saying
she doesn't love you.

But I am saying
she can't do this without you.

Get up.

- Dad...
- Quiet.

You're going to take me to my men,

and we're all going to get out of here.

Dad, it's me, Young Jun.

Shut up!

Get on your feet.

Dad, Dad, Dad.

Put the knife down.

You're home.

Yes.

You're safe here, right?

No, you're with them!

You fucking traitor!

Wake up! Dad, wake up!

You sold us out. I'll fucking kill you!

Dad. Dad.

Dad, Dad. Dad, Dad.

Dad. Dad.

Dad! Dad.

Dad!

It's me.

It's me, Young Jun.

- Young Jun.
- Yes.

You're here. You're at home.

You're at home, Dad.

It's OK. It's OK, Dad.

It's OK, Dad. I'm OK. I'm OK.

Whoa.

Good evening, sir.

Brandy in the library.

Very good, sir.

Get me the plans for the
West Valley bridge project,

and tell the cook to send me up
something in 15 minutes.

Very good, sir.