All language subtitles for WARRIOR S307-ENGCP

Hurry.
Get him inside.

Come on. Get him.
Come on. Here.

Where's my healer?

- Put him on the table.
- Go. Come on.

It's over here.

Step back. Step back.
Okay.

It's okay, Dad.
We're home, we're home.

You're home.

- Give me something for the pain.
- Hold still.

Second, for him.

Here, this. Here you go.

Here we go.

Okay, that's it... that's it.

Relax. Easy.

Okay, there you go.

Relax.

He's strong.

He'll pull through.

I want to be alone with him.

Sure.

He was really something out there.

(Cantonese)
What sound is that?

- Who's calling at this hour?
- Hey, I hear it too.

Sounds like it's down there.

Garrett, potatoes are over there.

Get them. I'll get these.

Quit fucking around.

(Cantonese)
Hey! What are you doing?

What the fuck is going on?
You! Get out of my shop!

Hey!

Stop!

Don't fucking move.

You boys are a bit far from home.

What's in the bag, boys?

Fuck!

That's it. Morning, Bill.

- The pallet.
- Six more bags! Let's go!

He thinks he's getting
down here, huh?

That's it.

No... no.

- The other one!
- Take her out.

Take her out!

Take that into Marin now.

Hope I'm not intruding.

Bill. Not at all.
You're a few minutes early.

That's a good habit to cultivate.

Well, we're going to have to do
something about those clothes though.

Is there a problem?

You start chucking concrete
in those shoes

you'll find out quick.

Probably split a seam
in those trousers too.

What size do you wear?

Ten and a half.

Now, these might be a little tight.
Give 'em a try.

I was under the impression
I was gonna be working on the books.

Well, I'm sorry
if I wasn't clear, Bill.

You'll have to start at the bottom,
like everyone else.

It's a matter of perception.

Perception?

If my men were to see me
give a family member

an unfair advantage,
they'd lose all respect for me.

Of course.

A little early for you, isn't it?

I need your help.

My boys got arrested last night.

They got themselves into a bit
of trouble with a chink grocer.

In Chinatown?

Jesus.

Look, I'll be the first to admit
my boys aren't perfect

but they just...
trying to feed themselves.

That's why I gave 'em a fucking job.

You're right. They fucked up.

But they don't belong behind bars.

I'll see what I can do.

Fuck.

Come here!

Come back here, you fucking whore!
Come here!

Ming Yu.

Long time.

Word is you brought
my whores back from the sticks.

I came to get them.

I don't know. Your girls seem
pretty happy here.

That white bitch brought the bulls
to my place and stole my property.

I'm reclaiming what's mine.

You sure you want to whine
about your property

while trespassing on mine?

This is Hop Wei territory.

Funny. They're not here now.

What?

Get him out of here.

I didn't realize
you two knew each other.

We appreciate you
taking the time to meet us.

I know you're a busy man

what with campaigning,
running the city.

Which is why I'm confident
you'll get right to the point.

We'd like to make things
easier for you.

Grease the wheels, as it were.

I'd gladly welcome a donation
to my campaign fund.

Fuckin' hell.

You like your conversation
fast and blunt, Mr. Buckley

so I'll be both.

No amount of money will give you
what you need to win this race.

And what's that?

Charm, grace, personality.

The charisma to win
the hearts and minds of the people.

Something Mr. Thayer has in spades.

I see.

I appreciate your perspective,
but if you'll excuse me.

Please sit down, Mr. Buckley.
You're gonna want to hear this.

I've spoken to Mr. Thayer

and it seems that despite his vision
for the future of this city

he's having second thoughts.

Second thoughts?

That's right.

Some folks just don't have
the stomach for politics.

Well, it's not for everyone.

No, it is not.

I don't like owing people favors.

Then maybe you don't have
the stomach for it either.

It's very simple, Mr. Buckley.

Mr. Leary and I can hand you
the race, right here, right now.

And in exchange

you are going to make sure
that our interests are looked after.

Am I clear?

Looks like we're bringing out
the expensive shit tonight.

Gonna offer me some?

You know where the glasses are.

Oh, Abigail, don't mourn so much.

Getting mixed up with that cop
was only gonna end one way.

- Which way is that?
- The bad way.

Comes a time when every man's
got to answer for his shit.

Simple as that.

I reckon that goes for you, too.

You lied to me.

I was trying to look out for you.

You fuckers should have stayed
where I sent you.

We like here better.

Not too sure about you, though.

Yeah?

What the fuck are you gonna do
about it, cop, huh?

He's not gonna do anything.

The deal was done.

All we had to do
was ride out of there.

It was just a kid.

You had to do something.

No, I don't think Young Jun
sees it that way.

Not with Father Jun getting shot.

I feel like every time
I try to do the right thing

I just fuck things up even worse.

Maybe that's because you haven't
decided which side you're on.

In the riot...

you weren't fighting
for Hop Wei or Long Zii.

You were fighting for what was right.

And that means something.

I was just trying to stay alive,
like everyone else.

But you're not like everyone else.

You're not.

You...

you are so much more
than what Young Jun

or your sister want you to be.
You have to know that.

Hey.

I'm gonna show you something.

I can't just wait around
for things to change.

When my father dies and my brother
takes over the shop, then what?

So, I'll do Young Jun's dirty work
for now, if that's what it takes

but I need to look after
my own future.

You've been stealing from us?

I'm just printing a few extras.
No one's gonna know.

- If Young Jun finds out...
- He's not.

- I won't be able to protect you.
- He won't unless you tell him.

This money buys me a future.

Or at least a chance at one.

I can get on a train.
I can go somewhere far.

I can start over.

You have to promise me
not to take any more.

- Okay?
- Okay.

You... you're a soldier.
Listen to me. You are the tong!

- Dad. What are you doing?
- This is what we do.

- This is what we do!
- You should be in bed.

We can't take the navy head-on.
They've got too many ships.

What are you talking about?

What am I talking about?
Those fucking cannons.

- Dad.
- They'll blow our men to pieces!

- Dad, Dad, easy...
- We need to attack at night!

Easy, easy. You're bleeding
through your bandages.

Come on.

Blood on it. I can't...
I don't know where I get...

There's too many of them.

It's going to be okay. Just rest.

There's too many.

Just too...

So, we do... we fight.
But there's too many.

What the fuck is this?

Where's Bill?

My guess is he's sleeping off
a raging hangover.

- He fucking quit.
- Get the fuck out of here.

What happened?

You'll have to ask
the new chief about that.

Chief Atwood.

Do you have an appointment?

I'm Dylan Leary.
We haven't met yet, but...

I know who you are.

If there is something
you want to discuss

come back when you have
an appointment.

Look, I've always had
a good relationship

with the boys in blue.

A relationship that works
for both sides.

There's a couple of boys
in your holding cell

who got drunk
and did something stupid.

I know these lads

and they were only trying
to feed their families.

If you'd see fit
to cut 'em a little slack

I'll make sure
it doesn't happen again.

I went through hard times
as a young man, too.

But I never broke the law.

They robbed a fucking Chinaman.
They're not criminals.

Let's take a look.

Conor and Garrett Donahue.

Breaking and entering, larceny.

Let's add assaulting an officer
while we're at it.

I'm in the business of law and order.

My predecessor might have turned
a blind eye to drunken thuggery

but it's a new day.

You sure this is
how you want to play this?

I'm dead fucking certain.

You're not Irish, are you?

No.

I'm an American.

Well, no one's perfect.

Ah, you'll be all right.

I have room for six more.

Load it on.

Fuck's sake.

Leave the door open.

How's it going out there, Bill?

Eh, no complaints.

Actually, there have been a few.

The foreman says you're lagging
behind the others.

I'm still learning the ropes.

Patrick and Dylan
are lapping you out there.

And those boys aren't much smarter
than the rocks they're hauling.

They're also half my age.

Well, I hope you don't think
this kind of work is beneath you.

I'll do better tomorrow.

That's the spirit, Bill.

Keep pushing.
You know, this doesn't get easier.

Just keep practicing. Beautiful.

Wait.

What? No.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hello.

Would you mind giving us a moment?

Of course. I will wait right outside.

Excellent manners.

Not really your type.

Not really your business.

Fair enough.

I don't know if you heard,
but Li Yong and I are engaged.

I did.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I'd like you to be at the wedding.

Because we're in business together?

Because you're my brother.

Okay.

Good.

Oh... bring your friend, too.

Oh, you smell that?

- Mr. Wu.
- Yes, sir.

- Bag of chestnuts.
- Here you go.

Thanks.

You have to try these.

He roasts them with sugar.

Well, do I just...

You have to...
here, you have to peel it.

Like this.

Who says chivalry is dead?

Wow, that is good.

So, I'm thinking about staying
in San Francisco a little longer.

I've been offered a residency.

It's only a few weeks, but...

Well...

if you're gonna stick around

you better learn.

Come back here.
You can't leave me like that.

Son of a bitch.

Ethan won't stop going on
about trains.

Horace promised him a trip
when the weather turns.

That's mighty generous of him.

You must be sore.

Working in
a few new muscles, is all.

- So, it's going all right then?
- Yeah.

Foreman says I'm making
the other fellas look bad.

And most of them are half my age.

Well, I'm sure Horace will have you
working the books in no time.

I talked to Maggie
about moving things along.

In the meantime,
what am I gonna do

about having this big strong man
in the house?

I'm hoping you'll get used to it.

Don't stay in here all night.

Fucking hell!

The fuck? You crazy chink!

I wondered where you made off to.

You gonna tell me
what happened out there?

Someday.

Right now, I'd rather think
about the future.

This future you're so sweet on
isn't gonna be any easier.

Inside these four walls, we're good.
But outside...

Yep, yep.

I never told you how my husband died.

- You don't have to.
- No.

You need to understand.

Happy Jack's always been
a self-serving asshole.

But his brother Wesley
was a good man.

He had a job down at the docks.

It didn't pay much,
but it was honest work

and that's what mattered to him.

One night, he was walking home

and ran into some white boys
out looking for trouble.

It was four against one.

And both sides were bloodied up
by the time the cops came.

Wes tried to tell them what happened.

But they saw the color of his skin
and decided he was in the wrong.

When the cops tried to cuff him
and he resisted...

they shot him.

Being good didn't get
my husband anywhere but dead.

So, when Happy Jack asked me
to work for him, I said yes.

Fact is, you gotta be crooked
to get along in a crooked world.

Do you regret what we did to Jack?

God, no.

Wes didn't get enough time
on this green earth.

The way I see it, Happy Jack
got more than his share.

There she is.

Another day, another dollar.

Young Jun.

What's going on?

We need to ramp up production.

Splitting our take
with the Long Zii is killing us.

Well, there's only so much
I can do by myself.

Yeah, I figured.

I want you to train my men
on the press.

Teach them everything you know.

Printing like this
is a delicate process.

Not everyone can do it.

And even if they are capable

it's gonna be months before they make
anything that you could actually use.

Then I guess you better get started.

Hey, don't take it personally.
It's just business.

I mean, what if something were
to happen to you?

I'd lose the only set of hands
capable of making my chop.

Well, look at that,
a dead man pouring drinks.

I asked you to contact me
if you heard from him.

Lucky for me, I don't work for you.

That one's a spitfire, isn't she?

Someone sure cleaned
your plow good.

What, this? Oh, I've had worse.

You're starting to make a habit
out of handing in badges, aren't you?

What happened to you?

My family won't be
coming after me anymore

which means I no longer need
the Service's protection.

Not that it did me much good anyway.

Funny, I didn't peg your kin
as the forgiving type.

You must be mighty persuasive.

You take care of yourself,
Agent Moseley.

I've grown to like you, Mr. Lee,
in my way

which is why I'm gonna do you
the courtesy of speaking straight.

I just took a bullet for you

and nearly gave up
the goddamn ghost in the process.

Now, someone's gonna pay for that.

It's not my fight anymore.

I disagree, as does
the federal government.

Now, family matters aside

you still have a murder charge
to contend with.

And that doesn't go away
until I say it does

which I will do as soon
as those plates are in my hands.

But we're past sticks and carrots,
aren't we?

Ming Yu.

Ah Toy has come here at my request

as a demonstration of her respect
and her desire to resolve the issue.

I don't give a shit
about her respect.

I want my whores back.

I didn't steal the girls.
I gave them a place to stay.

They don't belong to anyone.

No one is buying
into your high-and-mighty act.

You make your money
selling pussy, same as me.

Ah Toy, I'm not going to ask you
to hand over the girls.

But Ming Yu's business
is under my protection.

To that end, I would like to see him
compensated for his loss.

This is an insult.

My girls make more than this
in a month.

Oh, there would have been more,
but you owe me a new table.

You think you can fuck
with me like this?

Ming Yu, sit down.

Sit down.

You lost your girls to the bulls,
not to Ah Toy.

By rights, she owes you nothing

and she's offering you
more than you deserve.

Now take it,
and stop wasting my time.

Good.

Li Yong will walk you out.

The last time I saw you

you were lying in bed,
bleeding to death.

And the Irish were tearing
our streets to pieces.

One of these days, we must meet
under friendlier circumstances.

I don't know if you've heard,
but I'm getting married.

I did. Congratulations.

Consider yourself invited.

Friendlier circumstances, right?

I'm honored. Thank you.

Your new place is very...

- Chinese.
- You don't like it?

It's beautiful.

But?

You can speak freely to me.

It's very traditional.

Like the version of us
the ducks expect.

Their ideas, not yours.

Our future here must be as Americans

not as an exotic cultural curiosity.

It was a strategy.

A way to lure them in,
but perhaps that was a mistake.

The only mistake was assuming
that appealing to them

would change how they treat us.

We belong here, Mai Ling.

Even if the ducks don't know it yet.

Hey. Where's Father Jun?

He went out.

The fuck you mean he went out?

Why didn't you stop him?

- He's Father Jun.
- You fucking moron!

Father Jun, find him!

You two, that way! You two, with me!

Yes, sir.

What the fuck is all this, then?

I got jumped by a mob
of chinks outside The Pearl.

There must've been a dozen
of the fuckers.

If they attacked him there,
they'll attack us anywhere!

- Hold on! Everyone calm down.
- Fuck that!

- Yeah!
- I say we show these slants

who they're messing with!

I said hold the fuck on!

You trying to start another riot?

They are the ones that started it.

We lost good men that day.

Sons.

Brothers. Friends.

And what did
all that loss accomplish?

Not a goddamn thing.

Just seems like you've given up.

Given up?

We are weeks away
from having a mayor

who's gonna ban Chinese labor
once and for all.

Hundreds of jobs
are about to come our way.

And who did that?

Was it you, going whoring
and getting your ass kicked?

Was it any of youse?

I am the only one
looking out for you lot

day after day.

Defending you against men
who see you as thugs and hooligans.

No better than the chinks,
just more expensive.

You want to go out
and prove them right?

Because I can tell you,
no one's gonna hire you then.

And tomorrow morning,
when the whiskey clears

you'll either be
sleeping it off in a cell

or right back here,
bitching and moaning

how your families are going hungry.

And this time, I'll have to tell you
you're shit out of luck.

You lot stay the fuck put.

I'll handle the Chinese.

Fucking hell.

Hey, don't move unless I say.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Relax. I'm not here for a fight.

Do I look worried?

A few of your boys
attacked an Irishman

minding his own business last night.

Beat him pretty badly.

Shit happens.

Yeah, well, I'm trying
to stop that shit

from turning into a full-blown riot.

I figure you hand over those boys,
we'll call it even.

Sure.

As soon as you give us the men
who robbed one of our grocers.

Those lads are already locked up.

Sounds like a no-deal, then.

My people are out for blood.

So, what are they waiting for?

We both know
what'll happen if I let 'em go.

Since when do you care
what happens in Chinatown?

I don't.

I care about
what happens to my people.

Your men crossed the line.

Kind of like you're doing right now.

I'm just delivering a message.

Keep the Chinese
out of our fucking neighborhood.

I got some bad news for you.

I don't control Chinatown.

There's a 10-foot fucking portrait
on a wall says otherwise.

I'll keep my boys in
if you keep yours out.

And maybe between the two of us

we keep a bunch of people
from ending up dead.

I'll do what I can.

You know, the politicians

would love nothing more
than for us to kill each other.

Then who would build their cities?

There's always another group
of desperate fucks

willing to do their dirty work.

It's funny.
I've never been to Chinatown before.

Don't make a habit of it.

Don't give me a reason to.

What do you want to do?

Put out the word.

Anyone who goes
into the pond answers to me.

Long Zii, you son of a bitch!

Come out and face me like a man!

Come on!

Come on, Long Zii!

Yeah? You sent these Hatchets
to fight me?

I'll dice every one of you fucks

and still have enough left
for that dog cunt!

Coward!

Show me what you've got.

Come on.

This dog here.

You fucking onion.

Come on. Show me what something...

Show me what you got.

What? What, you're afraid? Come on.

What is it, dog? Come on.
Is this the best you got?

Get inside. All of you.

Where are you going?
Where the fuck is Long Zii?

I've looked everywhere.

- No one's seen him.
- He'll be back, brother.

He's probably just blowing some chop
at the fan tan tables.

What the fuck?

Dad. Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I don't know what... what's...

I don't know what's go... what...

He got lost.

- What?
- But he is fine.

- Dad.
- What?

What's going on?

Please, I don't know what...

I don't know what's...

It's okay. You're home.

This is your home.

- Home?
- Yeah. It's okay.

- Home.
- Yeah.

Here?

Come on, Dad.

I don't know what the fuck no more.
I don't know what anybody is.

I don't know what's going...
I don't know.

- Let's go inside.
- What...

Come on, Father Jun.

And then he turned around,
I punched him right in the face.

You.

You have any idea what you did?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You play stupid, you get hit.

Your idiot friends here been
bragging all over town.

I just did what you would have done.

No, I'm not that stupid.

We're this close to all hell
breaking loose 'cause of you.

You want another riot here?

If that's what it takes.

Maybe you don't remember
because you were hiding

with your daddy the whole time,
but people died.

A lot of them.

Now the ducks are looking
for any reason to kill us

and you just gave 'em one.

If they come back,
that blood will be on your hands.

You tell your friends,
anyone else gets itchy

I will fucking hear about it.

You get me?

Good. Now go home. Go, go.

Show's over.

Sending away customers
isn't great for business.

I know.

Sorry about that.

What'd he do?

Something stupid.

And now the Irish are ready
to come in here

and tear things up again.

Kind of inevitable, isn't it?

Some day, maybe. But not tonight.

Didn't you throw some onion
over the banister the other day?

Technically, Lai kicked him over.

That's usually my job.

Yeah.

But from what I hear,
you've got your own problems.

So, you going to
Mai Ling's wedding?

Yeah.

How about you?

I have been saving a dress
for a special occasion.

Another one?

Of course, you have.

Mr. Strickland.

You must be quite happy
with yourself.

You got what you wanted.
I'm dropping out of the race.

Well, that's a shame.

You seemed to have
a real knack for campaigning.

I was certainly thrashing you.

It's ironic, actually.

How despite everything,
you're still the one

who warrants pity.

I have a family I love,
things I believe in.

What do you have?

Not even a friend to share
a celebratory drink with.

Because everybody knows
what kind of man you really are.

Unlike you.

A soft, entitled man
of middling charm

who inherited his wealth
yet clings to the notion

that he accomplished something
beyond an accident of birth.

You never fought
for a single thing in your life.

And that's why men like you
will always be undone by men like me.

- Listen to me, Walter...
- This conversation's over.

I suggest you go home

and spend some time
with that lovely family of yours.

I hear congratulations
are in order, Mr. Mayor.

Winning suits you, Walter.

Yes, it does.

You good, Boss?

Not really, Hong.

I mean, my father's
losing his fucking mind

because my best friend
had to play hero.

And now we're shoveling shit
for his sister.

Are you sensing a pattern here?

The last thing he wanted
was to make a deal with Mai Ling.

He did it to help you.

I suppose he's fucking that
printer girl to help me too, right?

We're supposed to be brothers.

And now I gotta find out
what he's been up to from Mai Ling?

It's fucking bullshit!

We've let too many goddamn
fucking outsiders in.

The Hop Wei has to come first.

But Ah Sahm,
I'm not sure he believes that.

If we can get rich
without dicing each other

maybe this partnership isn't so bad.

Sometimes I forget
just how fresh you are, man.

Peace never lasts.

And when this deal
with Mai Ling blows up

I'm gonna need soldiers
who are loyal to me.

And when it comes to Ah Sahm...

He'd dice or die for you, Boss.

I'm not sure about that.