All language subtitles for The Brothers Sun S01E01

She's stacking
three layers of chocolate sponge

on top of three layers of lemon,
sandwiched with fresh raspberries...

I'm making buttercream roses.

My artistic skills coming out now.

I'd love to get the presentation right.
Probably the opposite of Kim-Joy.

Yeah,
I think I like the decorating.

It's probably my favorite part...

- Come on, kids.
- You can do this, Rahul.

I don't think that's gonna stay.
It's literally caved in at the back.

Bakers, you...

stay.
It's literally caved in at the back.

Bakers, you only have one minute left.

Okay, do you need help?

It's okay. You've got this.

I think I've done Del Boy proud.
He'd try and sell it for a couple quid.

Look at the state of it.
What an absolute state.

It looks terrible.
Melting and breaking from everywhere.

There it is. It's done.

That's it, guys. I'm so wounded.

I'm sorry, bakers,
but your time is up.

That is the end of
all of your vegan challenges. Well done.

- Oh God. No.
- I think your cake's just fallen.

No, no, no, no!

No!

When was the last time you killed someone?

Couple weeks ago.

Are you serious? Who did you kill?

Some guy who was
causing trouble at the docks.

I usually don't take the time
to ask their names. Why?

I've been in this game
almost 30 years. Fuck.

I used to be
the guy they called when things got real.

Now I'm only brought in
to clean up someone else's mess.

We do what we're told.

Maybe they're trying
to keep you out of trouble.

Like a sign of respect.

My nickname is Blood Boots.

Shouldn't I get them bloody
every once in a while?

Hey, bro, this is what happens
when you give yourself a nickname.

It creates too many expectations.

There's blood on your boots now.

Shut up.

Hurry up.
Less talking, more disposing of bodies.

I have neighbors.

Damn, did you burn something?

Dad.

Isn't he supposed to be in hiding?

He was worried about you.

Did you burn something?

Why only three?

They know you,

know what you can do.

Why only send three?

And why here?

Better to attack
when you get out of your car,

where there's room
for them to escape if it goes wrong.

Or...

when you get out of the elevator.

Tight quarters in the hallway
removes your advantage.

Maybe they're bad at their jobs.

You should have
kept one alive to question.

You enjoy killing too much.

I'm sure Sleepy Chan sent them.

Probably payback
for the dumbass Xing killed on the docks.

Always consider
the most complicated possibility,

then work your way
back to the most obvious answer.

Then you will never be surprised.

Yes.

What's wrong?

- Move!
- Cover us!

- Cover us!
- Go get the car!

Hsiao...

Han.

Make the windows bulletproof

and put a steel bomb-shield
under the chassis.

Hurry!

Any word from the hospital?

We should switch to English.

We don't know who we can trust.

He's out of surgery.

In a coma.

There was a lack of blood flow
to the brain,

so we don't know if he will wake up.

I want Sleepy Chan,
and his vain prick son Drowsy, alive.

No one gets to kill them but me.

Okay, but...

They used me as bait
to draw my father out of hiding.

Sleepy Chan is tired of being head
of the second most powerful Triad family.

He wants to take our place,
maybe even declare himself Dragon Head.

But we don't know
if Sleepy Chan is behind this.

No one could ID the attackers.
These are fresh faces.

Some new gang
with the balls and brains to find me

and organize
a sophisticated attack like that?

No way.

Charles.

Your father
would tell you to be cautious.

Not to jump to conclusions.

If this wasn't Sleepy Chan,

you could start
a full-out war for no reason.

Don't be headstrong, huh?

My father noticed something
about the body before he was shot.

Any idea what it was?

No, but I did hear
what he said to you after he was shot.

Your mother's name.

Charles.

What has your father
always taught you? Huh?

Protect the family.

If anything ever happened to him,
to go look after my mother. No hesitation.

Your mother must be protected
at all costs.

She is the key to our power.

Look, she left
because it was her duty to go.

- To...
- Protect the family.

I know.

Your mother and Bruce are alone out there.

- Do you want me to send someone with you?
- No.

I don't wanna draw any attention.

- And I'll have my brother.
- I don't think he's gonna be much help.

He wasn't raised in this life.

He'll have to learn quickly, then.

He's a Sun.

Aah! How's it goin'? You guys have...

Oh!

Oh, oh...

No, no, no! No! No, no, no!

Oh!

Bruce! Wake up!

You're going to be late!

I'm coming.

- Were you out working late last night?
- Yep.

Just working?

Yes, Mom. I stopped doing the other thing.

I swear.

Oh, chubby cheeks. I'm so proud of you.

- Text me when you get to school.
- Why?

Because I just told you to.

Go get smart.

Okay.

Oh, but I'm... I'm finished.

You turned the last one in early, too,
and it cost you points.

Bs still get degrees.

No.

I... I just need a tiny extension
to get the money together.

Bruce, the only extension I want from you

is you extending your hand to grab a pen
and write me a tuition check.

You have until tomorrow
or we'll have no choice

but to invalidate the semester.

Okay.

Just...

How much education would this buy me?

There's $7 here.

And this bill smells like puke.

It's a down payment.

You can't even buy a club sandwich
in the cafeteria for $7.

Maybe that's the problem.

Maybe we... we should all refuse
to pay our tuition

until the school addresses

the economic injustice
of this institution!

Who's with me?

Get out of the way!

- You suck, dude. Move!
- Next.

Yo!

- Hands up, bitch!
- Fucking bitch!

Dude, I could have shot you.

You have a gun?

No, but if I did, I could have shot you.

- What's up, baby?
- What's up?

Ah!

Yo, you're just in time.
I'm about to smoke me a little kush

and hang out with my boy Keanu
on Cyberpunk.

You, uh, gettin' high on your own supply?

I sell molly and cocaine.

Weed's legal.

Dude, I'm starting to think
my thumbs are, like, freakishly fast.

Like Julio Jones fast, but just my thumbs.

Alexa, play my jams.

You got it.

Can I, um...

I need a favor.

Anything, bro.

I need to borrow some money.

Bruce.

How long have I known you?
Since the fifth grade?

Hell, I practically
taught your ass English.

Bro, friends like us?
They don't borrow, man.

They give.

So, how much we talkin'?

5,000.

- Dollars?
- It's for school.

- I will pay you back.
- Doesn't your mom pay for school?

Yes, but I kind of spent this semester's
tuition money on something else.

I thought you stopped with that stuff.
You promised your mom.

It's the best improv class in LA.

Will Ferrell and Rachel Dratch are alums!

You spent five grand
learning how to play pretend.

It's improv, okay?

It... it's an art form.

Okay! If you're so proud of it,
why not tell your mom you're doing it?

'Cause she thinks it's a waste of time,

and Bruce Sun doesn't have the nuts
to be his own man.

Yo, you think John Cho hides
what he does from his mom?

Plus, my cash is more powder
than liquid right now, so, uh...

Shit.

Listen, I do have a way
you can earn that money.

- I'm not selling drugs, TK.
- That's not my plan.

It's always your plan.

Okay, that's my plan.

It's my night to do handouts
at the club, and I could use your help.

With the two of us,
we would clear five G so easy.

Dude, I am not a criminal!

Yeah, and neither am I.

I'm an employee
at a company that sells a product.

We have a hierarchy.

We have quotas just like
every pharmaceutical company out there!

Well, except if I fuck up,

they slit my throat,
toss me in a sack in the Rio Hondo.

Yeah, you're not doing
a good job selling this.

How's this for a sell?

There's no way you're gonna earn
five grand in a year, let alone one night.

Aren't you studying to be a doctor?

Dude, all you're gonna do
your whole life is sell drugs anyway.

I bet you can earn college credit
if you work with me tonight.

If I'm just doing handoffs

and collecting money,

it's not technically selling drugs.

I mean, it totally is.
It's, like, exactly selling them.

But who cares?

How about this? Don't even sell the drugs.

Just act like a dude
who's selling the drugs.

I mean, ah, it...
it would be a good acting exercise.

Uh-huh.

- Yeah.
- Now we're talkin'.

Okay.

Okay.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm?

- Let's do it.
- That's my boy right there.

Choosin' life just like Wham!

Hello and welcome to Los Angeles.

The current temperature
is 72 degrees Fahrenheit.

Please do not forget to check
the seat-back pocket for smaller items.

Checked luggage can be found
at carousel seven.

Thank you for flying with us, and please
enjoy your stay in sunny Los Angeles.

Who sent you?

Sleepy Chan?

Riddance of evil...
must be thorough.

Bruce.

Bruce.

Ma.

Charles?

Who's this?

I don't know.

I brought pastries.

Your beard looks terrible.

Look what you did to the house!

He did most of this.

Did you even try to clean up?

Do you not clean up
after yourself at home?

I usually smoke and wait
for people to come clean up.

There are no people here.

Just us.

Little Fatty.

My handsome little boy.

Have you eaten?
Come on, I'll make you beef noodles.

Fetch the good knife.

Have you gotten married yet?

They shot Dad.

He's in a coma.

Will he live?

They don't know.

He's strong.

A boy from the country doesn't get
to where he got if he's not strong.

I saw that in him before anyone else did.

It was Sleepy Chan.

Those two have been fighting
to be the big fish for 20 years.

Huh!

But we can't jump to conclusions.

There is always more
than what first appears.

Maybe it's time
we cash in the insurance policy.

I decide when and if we do that.

With all due respect,

you washed your hands
in the golden bowl a long time ago.

With Big Sun the way he is,
anyway, I'm in charge.

Who taught you to chop?

Go start cleaning up.

Is this him?

He looks soft.

Not soft.

Sensitive.

Same thing.

He wanted to be an actor.

One of those
who makes stuff up as he goes?

- Improv?
- Yeah, I put a stop to that.

Does he know about me and Dad?
About where he comes from?

He thinks his father is a gambler

and, uh, you are in Antarctica
working with penguins.

Fuck.

Is he stupid?

Bruce and I kept hidden from the world
by being boring.

I kept you hidden from him
by being exciting.

Both work.

I need to find local muscle
to help me look after you.

Yuan told me about a club
where I can find some guys.

I thought my brother would
be able to have my back, but...

appears he's useless
unless Sleepy wants to play charades.

We have to stay hidden
for as long as possible.

Whoever's behind this
followed you here from Taipei,

but you were too arrogant to notice.

Your only responsibility right now
is to protect me and Bruce.

Bruce is a grown man.
He should be able to look after himself.

In a few hours, they're gonna realize
this one hadn't succeeded.

I'll be back before then.

I am not a kid anymore.

I know what I'm doing.

- You're not going to eat?
- I'm not hungry.

Come on,
the boss needs to make sure you're cool.

But, uh, I'm not cool.

Not that kind of cool.

Cool as in not a cop
and won't totally fuck this up.

Wait, wait. I... I don't think
I can go through with this.

It's not a big deal. Come on.

Yes, it is.

My mom is, like, super cheap,

so the Wi-Fi in our house is terrible,

but the guy next door has, like, mega 5G
with boosters and everything.

Okay, so?

Two years ago, I figured out his password.

It was his home address.

But I never logged onto his network.

Do you understand?

Yeah. You're an idiot.

No!

I... I'm an honest person.

Okay? I don't steal or hurt people.

Selling drugs isn't technically either.

- But it feels like it's the same family.
- Look, Bruce, I know you.

I know what you want out of life.

You want that million-dollar car,

hot girls goin' wild,

and the envy and adoration
of every guy from here to Hong Kong.

I guess. I mostly just don't wanna be
the biggest loser in the room anymore.

Exactly.

You want respect. You wanna be the man.

Look at me. I'm basically a moron.

I know people,
and I know how this world works.

If you wanna be a man
and not a little boy,

you've gotta be willing to make
bad choices now and then.

What do you say?

Uh, hello, sir.
Nice to meet you. Uh, I'm Bruce.

Hi!

Bruce.

It is so nice to meet you.

I'm May.

Aw!

That's Monk. He's from Hong Kong.

And Jimmy. He just had a baby.

And the guy who looks
like an orange hipster is Bojing.

Don't get him started
on his fantasy football team.

And the guy with the scissors is Ernie.
He's a wiz with Chinese paper cutting.

Cool.

TK didn't mention how handsome you are.

Well, that'd be a... weird thing
for TK to say.

Wouldn't it?

Oh! You're funny too!

Tell me about you, Bruce.
What are your hobbies?

Oh, I don't know. Uh...

- Don't say improv.
- I play some video games.

- Uh-huh.
- Do some... improv.

Oh fuck.

What about you?

- I have a loom in my house.
- Like, for weaving?

Exactly! Like, I make a little extra money
selling stuff on Etsy.

- Cool.
- And I also like to do this.

- My real passion is selling drugs.
- Hmm.

Lots of them.

It's my baby.

Selling drugs is your baby?

Yes, Bruce.

And when I hire you to sell them for me,
I'm handing you my baby.

Do you understand
how big a responsibility that is?

How upset I would be if you didn't
care for my baby in the right way,

or, God forbid, hurt it?

I think so.

Yes.

Definitely.

Hmm. You're a nice person.

- Thanks.
- It wasn't meant as a compliment.

But I trust nice people.

They're honest, loyal,

too scared to fuck me over.

Mm-hmm.

Hooray!

Oh!

I'm gonna go for a dance. Set him up.

And remember, have fun!

Bye.

See ya.

Cool jacket.

You did good.

Let's get to work.

- Hey! Here you are.
- Oh, right, right. Uh...

Would you like to buy some drugs?

No, I'm not a cop. I... I am not a cop!

Yo, how's it going?

Like trying to sell ice cream
on a cold day.

Product's good. Demand is obviously high.
You just gotta have the right attitude.

Like how?

Act more like a drug dealer
and less like a fucking dork.

Improv!

Hey!

Come on! Let's dance.

I don't have time for this.

Oh! Uh... you want some snow?

You know, some... some pearl?

Nose candy?

Uh, how about a disco biscuit?

Whoa, hey! Okay, I'm with May!
See? I've got the pin!

Oh shit. Are... are you a cop?

Oh God. Oh no, no, no.

Okay, okay. I... I haven't sold anything.

I promise. Okay? I tried to,
but I'm not any good at it.

- I... I will testify against...
- Shut up!

What the hell are you doing here?
Mom's gonna kill you.

Mom?

I'm your brother. Charles.

We're getting out of here now.

- Wait, what?
- Is there a problem here?

Yeah.

You're standing in my way.

He's working.

He quits.

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

A taser?

My grandmother
carries one in her purse.

Taser did just fine taking you out.

Hmm.

Who are you?

I'm, uh, Bruce.

Stop with the bullshit.

You think you can infiltrate my crew?

- Who are you working for?
- For you!

I do some driving for Lyft,

but we're considered
independent contractors...

He doesn't know shit.

Oh, and how do you know that?

- Because he's my brother.
- That's not true.

I've never met this guy before.

We haven't seen each other in a long time.
Since he left Taiwan.

We shared a bedroom when we were little
with a red carpet and a fake dog.

Mom wouldn't let us have a real one.

My name is Charles Sun.

Bullshit.
How do we know that's true?

Well, I could prove it
by killing all of you.

Hmm.

Or you could just check my ID.

Do you have any idea who this guy is?

Oh my God! He is a legend.

They call him Chairleg Sun.

His dad is the Red Pole
of the Jade Dragons,

like, the biggest Triad in Taiwan.

Super brutal. Super ruthless.

He groomed his son
to be his own personal assassin.

Sometimes families are really fucked up.

Is it true that you got your numbers

after beating ten assassins to death
at Saturday morning dim sum

with only a chair leg?

I killed three men
with a rolling pin yesterday.

Like I said, a legend!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold...

Dad's rich?

And I'm here driving a Lyft?

We were trying to keep you safe.

Yeah, nice fucking work!

Why are you here?

Are you trying to make a move in LA?

Because we're not interested
in foreign interference.

I don't like working for someone else.

I just need a couple of guys
to help me for a few days.

- Hmm. With what?
- None of your business.

I pay well.

Maybe even enough to hire you.

Bitch, you definitely can't afford me.

Boys,

we're gonna soften up Chairleg a little.

If he fights back,
shoot his brother in the balls.

What?

Oh! Oh shit! No!

Why are you stopping?

- I just gotta catch my breath.
- We're in the middle of a beating.

They don't usually go on this long.

I'm good to take a break
if you guys need one.

Bruce, do me a favor.

Don't tell Mom.

What?

Hah!

Any last words
you wanna say to your brother?

Fuck!

The riddance of evil must be thorough.

- Where's Charles Sun?
- Spread out! Find Charles Sun!

Where's Charles Sun?

Hey.

Wake up.

We have to go. We have to go.

Come on. Come on.

Let's go.

Okay.

Come on. Let's go.

Bruce!

Oh shit!

- Come on, come on.
- Whoa!

Who is that?

My brother.

Wait!

We can't come in looking like this.
Mom is going to freak!

I found Bruce!

- He's safe.
- What the hell?

Mom?

Charles, go get changed.
We gotta get rid of the body.

Bruce, go to bed. You got a test tomorrow.