All language subtitles for WARRIOR-S308_ENGCP

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 insurgence

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 a 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 gonna be to anyone.

That's when I decided
I had to come to America.

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.

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's 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.

Okay.

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've 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 tong.

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
to 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!

You okay?

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 gonna 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 okay.

When you've scrapped
as much as I have

you know
when you're losing the fight.

Where are 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.

Okay, Dad.

- Horace.
- What's going on?

Hey, Bill.

Thought I'd start you
in accounting today.

How's that sound?

I thought I had to work my way up.

My wife thought otherwise.

You ever reconciled a ledger?

Don't think so.

Well, 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 have any questions, ask.

Wait. That will 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're 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 'em
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.

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 okay?

Dan would've been sixteen next week.

No, seventeen. Fuck me.

Seventeen.

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 ten fucking years.

You're telling me you've 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 gonna do, fire me?

Bill, you... 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 'em up for processing.

Sorry, Chief.

Left my cuffs upstairs.

These boys don't belong here.

We're paying their fines,
and we're bringing 'em 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!

Come on!

Yes!

Take him out. Take him.

Keep your fuckin' hands up, Bill!

- That's it, Bill.
- I said keep your fuckin' hands up!

Come on, Bill!

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

Yes!

Get up.

- Get up.
- Come on!

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 gonna be your new home.

Please. Stop!

What was that?

- You had enough?
- Please.

Stop talking.

- Yes, Bill!
- Yes!

Get on your fucking feet.

I said, get up!

I may not be much of a cop.

But you're no fucking chief.

Bill!

We need to get you to a doctor!

Nah. Best I've felt in years.

Oh, fuck.

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.

Fuckin' hell.

Ah, fuck!

Jesus. Bill!

What in God's name happened?

Bill.

Answer me.

What happened?

Fight.

I can 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 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 gonna get out of here.

Dad... it's me, Young Jun.

Shut up!

- Get on your feet.
- Dad... Dad.

Put the knife down.

You're home.

Yes.

Yes.

You're safe here. Right?

No! You're with them.

You fucking traitor!

Dad! Wake up!

- Dad, wake up!
- You sold us out!

I'll fucking kill you!

Dad...

Dad... Dad!

It's me!

It's me. Young Jun!

- Young Jun...
- Yes.

- What...
- You're here. You're at home.

You're at home, Dad.

It's okay...

It's okay, Dad. It's okay, Dad.

I'm okay.

Whoa, there.

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.