All language subtitles for Warrior_S01E01_The Itchy Onion.English (CC)

[engine revs]

[ominous music]

[metallic clanking
and rattling]

[man 1]
Step to the side!

Step aside!
Keep going!

Move it! Move it!

SAN FRANCISCO
1878

[horse neighs]

[foghorn blows]

[overlapping yelling]

-[man 2] Go home!
Get out of here!
-[man 3] Chinks, go home!

-[man 2] Chinks, go home!
-[both] Chinks,
go home!

[crowd chanting]
Chinks, go home!

Chinks, go home!
Chinks, go home!

Go home!

[indistinct shouting]

Go home! Go home,
you fucking coolie!

Go back home,
you fucking spooks!

[overlapping chatter]

[man 4] Hey, chink.

[speaking Cantonese]
Greetings, my brothers.

I am Wang Chao.

Your new employer, Lao Ting...

welcomes you to San Francisco.

Lao Ting works hand in hand
with the Americans...

[all chanting]
Chinks, go home!
Chinks, go home!

Work hard, follow the laws...

and you'll all go home
rich men.

Present your papers
to the immigration officers
for inspection.

Since Lao Ting
has paid for your trip...

your first four months' work
go to pay your debt.

Then after that...

Get out of my way.
Christ, these
people stink.

you will start
to earn your fortunes.

Open the fuckin'
bag, you punk.

I don't understand
how the little shits

can even stand
to be around
themselves.

Hey, Chingchong,
do you smell yourself?

Yeah? Yeah?

You don't walk away
when I'm talking
to you, Chingchong.

[grunts]

Shit, he's gonna
eat it off the dirt.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm hungry.

Leave it.

Come on.

I said leave it.

What's with this one?

You sticking up
for your little
buddy over there?

I asked you
a question, slant.

-He don't
understand shit.
-Yeah?

Well, he better
learn it fast,

because if he don't
answer me now,

he's gonna bleed
all over that fancy
shirt of his.

[brooding guitar notes]

[wind whistling]

I wouldn't
do that again
if I were you.

Fucking slant
can talk American!

Holy shit.
Do it again.

Say something.

I didn't travel halfway
across the world
in that damn boat

just to amuse
a few fat
white fucks.

There.
I said something.

You think because
you speak American,

you can talk
shit to me?

Well, you have
to admit, it helps.

This uppity
chink needs to
learn his place.

You think you
can take me on?

That's the
wrong question.

Oh, yeah?
What's the
right one?

[both grunt]

[wind whistling]

The right
question is,

do you really
wanna find out?

[funk music building up]

Motherfucker.

[grunting, groaning]

[funk music]

[screams]

[screams]

[theme music playing]

[blade swishes]

[horse whinnies]

[speaking Cantonese]
Where are you taking me?

[speaking Cantonese]
I'm doing you a favor.

Keep your mouth shut,
and I'll take care of you.

-Hello.
-How are you?

You can speak English.

I had an American grandfather.

It would be good to keep that
to yourself, you get me?

[overlapping chatter]

[erhu playing]

[speaking Cantonese]

Whoa!

Oh.

Hey Chao, how the fuck are you?

What's with this fucking onion?

This is no ordinary onion.

Trust me,
this one's got serious skills.

[whooshing] Trust me,
he's got serious skills.

I just saw him
take out three
immigration bulls.

Fast as shit.

Went through them
like they weren't
even there.

No shit.

Three of them, huh?

This one,
he's very
well-trained.

I thought I'd bring
him here first.

Hmm.

-Just crossed?
-Today.

You know
who we are?

Yeah, black and red.
Hop Wei.

Three bulls, huh?

[chuckles]

Nah, I don't
think so.

I'm guessing they
don't pay you to
do the thinking.

-[laughs]
-Fuck did you say?

This fucking
onion's itchy.

I like it. I like it.

[foreboding music]

-The usual?
-Mm-hmm.

[paper rustling]

So...

this is a new one?

Chao says
he can scrap.

Chao can be
a fucking pain
in the ass,

but he's generally
right about
these things.

-What's your name?
-Ah Sahm.

-Where are
you from?
-Fo Shan.

Who trained you?

Sifu Li Qiang.

Hmm.

War is coming
between the tongs.

If you can scrap,
you're in.

Young Jun will
get you settled.

Tomorrow we'll
start to work you

and then see
what you're worth.

Ah Sahm.

Did I just get
off a boat?

Excuse me?

I asked if
I was the one

that just crossed
the salt on a
fucking boat.

No, you're not.

No, I'm not.

What I am
is the boss

of the most powerful
tong in Chinatown.

What you are
is 1 in 25,000

broke Chinese
fucking nationals

I just bought for
the price of a shitty
bottle of wine.

I tell you this,
at the risk of
stating the obvious,

to remind you
that you are a
fucking onion!

And before
a fucking onion
turns away from me,

he'd better
fucking bow.

[Young Jun]
A word of warning.

You wanna be
careful how you
speak to Father Jun.

Yeah.

Does he always
have that stick jammed
up his ass like that?

Yes, and I would know,
since he's my father.

Shit. Hey.

-I meant
no disrespect.
-Really?

'Cause it sounded
like that's exactly
what you meant.

No, I-I--

[mockingly]
"No, I--" [laughs]

I'm just fucking
with you, man.

[laughs]

Not the part
about him being
my father.

That part's true.

I'm the spawn
of a whore

and the most
powerful boss
in Chinatown.

How I got this pretty
is anybody's guess.

[laughs] Look.

Father Jun can be
a hard-ass, okay?

That's because
he's the real deal.

He scrapped against
the British navy during
the Opium Wars.

Battle of Shanghai.

A fishing junk
with a couple of
shitty cannons

against a
British warship.

He swam over
and diced the whole
fucking crew

with a sword.

Point is:

he may be older now,
but you never wanna
fuck with him.

-You get me?
-Yeah, I get you.

Okay.

House rules:
you're not
skinned in yet,

so you stay
in your room,

unless you need
to take a piss
or a shit.

Use the toilet
down the hall.
Get some rest.

We're gonna
start working you
in tomorrow.

[distant overlapping
chatter]

[exhales deeply] Shit.

[ominous music]

-A lovely boy.
-Oh, Officer.

-Evenin'.
-Evening.

[man gasping, panting]

-[speaking Cantonese] Help,
they're killing us. Help me...
-[woman screams]

-[groans]
-Sir.

-It's okay, honey.
-Don't look.

Sir!

[distant groaning,
grunting]

[head smashes]

-Hey, stop!
-[groans]

You put 'em
down, fellas.
I'm warning you.

Stop. Stop!

[grunting]

-Ugh.
-[panting, grunting]

[light piano music]

[inhales deeply]

Good morning.

Good morning.

Thank you.

Aren't you
going to eat?

If I let you
waste away,

your father will
have words for me.

[knock at door]

Buckley!

What brings you here?

Good morning,
Mr. Mayor.

Mrs. Blake.

How are
the newlyweds?

What's wrong,
Buckley?

Please.

Two Chinamen were
killed last night over
on Howard Street.

Yes, and?

They were working
on the Merriweather
building.

From what I gather,
a couple of Labor thugs

smashed their heads
in with hammers.

-Oh, my God.
-Shit. Press?

Not yet, but we
arrested a few,

so they'll
sniff it out
soon enough.

Let's see if we
can shut that down.

I don't need any
more attention
from Sacramento.

Yes, by all means,
let's keep murder
out of the paper.

These are affairs
of state, dear.

And they don't
concern you.

And yet
I'm concerned.

You're sure they
were Merriweather's?

The development
on Broome.

God damn it.
He'll want to be
compensated.

-Let's go.
-They're people,
you know.

And the government
treats them

like just another
legislative problem
to be solved.

Careful, dear.

You're married
to the government.

[suspenseful music]

[Buckley] Two men
were put through
central booking.

One prior arrest each
for minor offenses.

They spent the
night in holding.

[Blake] How fast
can we get them
arraigned?

I want them in and out
before the reporters
have finished breakfast.

Well, they're on
this morning's docket,

-but it's a busy one.
-Well, see what
you can do.

-Good morning.
-Good morning,
gentlemen.

Good morning,
Mr. Mayor.

Merriweather is going
to have a conniption.

We promised
him protection.

The Workingmen's
movement is growing

right along with
the unemployment
numbers.

-Leary is
out for blood.
-Good morning.

Good to see you again.

-Leary is not going
to fund my campaign.
-Very true.

I'm telling you,
it's getting worse.

They used to just
beat the Chinese.

Now they're killing
them in the streets.

And murder's never
good for reelection.

Neither is running
afoul of Leary
and the Irish vote.

Go see Merriweather,
first thing.

Maybe you can
calm him down

before he gets
worked up.

-Little late
for that.
-[sighs]

Mr. Merriweather!
You got an early start.

Please.

Tea, coffee?

Or would you like
something stronger?

-No, thank you.
-Please, uh,
take a seat.

You promised me
protection, Blake.

These were
skilled bricklayers.

There are presumably
plenty more where
they came from.

Lymon, what do you
want me to do?

My men can
handle the sites,

but they cannot
police Chinatown.

-That is your job.
-I've got 1/4
million people

in this city and
only 75 cops.

Then I suggest you
figure something
out fast...

for both our sakes.

[foreboding music]

[exhales deeply]

[overlapping chatter]

And here he is.

Bill, you know
Mr. Buckley.

Of course.
How are you,
Mr. Buckley?

Chief Flannagan
tells me you're our
man in Chinatown.

I guess so.

The mayor would
like to form a
Chinatown squad.

And I'd like you
to head it up.

I was told I'd be
transferred out
by year's end.

No one knows
Chinatown like
you do, Bill.

Four men should do it.

And yourself,
of course.

[sighs]

With all due
respect, sir,

it's high risk,
with no real chance
for advancement.

No one's gonna
volunteer for this.

Well, then
it's a good thing
you outrank them.

From the
mayor himself.

Congratulations,
Sergeant.

Chief.

This is bullshit.

Course it's bullshit.
That was a politician
speaking, wasn't it?

Blake has to show
the barons he's
protecting their interests

and show everybody
else he's cracking
down on the chinks.

Look, Bill,
it's a straight climb
up the ladder

without kissing
a single arse.

So what?
Now I've got to
pick four men?

I've taken the liberty.

McLeod, Harrison,
Stone, and Keller?

Are you kidding me?

It's bad enough
with you in that
shithole.

I can't waste any
more good cops on
the Chinese problem.

Keller's an
opium addict.

You wanna put
him in Chinatown?

Okay, fine,
pick a fourth.
But no one I'll miss.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

This is a steaming
pile of horseshit.

It's pageantry, Bill.

Just put on
a good show.

The state versus
Morgan and Davis.

Murder in the first.

And how do
the defendants plead?

They're innocent,
Your Honor.

In fact, they never
should've even

been locked up
in the first place.

I have filed
a motion to dismiss,

on the grounds that
there is not a single
eyewitness account

of this
alleged crime.

Your Honor,
uh, one of the
arresting officers

-will stand as
an eyewitness.
-Is he present?

Present,
Your Honor.

And who are you?

Officer Richard
Henry Lee,
Your Honor.

And you're prepared
to testify for
the prosecution?

I am.

Good. Proceed.

Mr. Prosecutor,
did you finalize
a trial date?

-Yes, Your Honor.
-Uh, the 14th?

-Your Honor.
-Good, thank you.

Hiyah!

[tense music]

[door clicks open]

Don't hurt
yourself.

Get ready.
Meet me outside.

Right now,
there's plenty
of protection

and gambling
to go around.

But the molasses?

That's our
fucking bowl.
Mm-hmm.

We built an entire
opium network from
the ground up.

Paid off the ports
on both sides.

Then we had
some trouble
back in China.

Someone fucked
someone who knew
the emperor's nephew.

I don't know.
Point is,

we went a few months
without molasses,

Long Zii moved in
with lower prices.

-It's business, right?
-Yeah.

Wrong.

We're gonna
take it all back

and bleed those
fuckers out for good.

[overlapping chatter]

What?

I just, um,
I see a lot of men.

-Where are
the women?
-Oh.

Thought you'd
never ask.

Come on.

Let's go get
you some sticky.
[laughs]

Come on,
put your bowl down.
Let's go.

[smooth rock music]

Your average Chinese
onion can't afford
to bring his wife

across the salt,

so almost all
the women that
come here

are the ones
that are sold
in China.

-Hi.
-How are you?

-I'm good.
-Mm.

Now, there are
whorehouses up
and down Waverly.

But it's mostly
steakhouse,
the discount shit.

Ah Toy has the
premium girls.

She's like a fucking
curator of pussy.

-Did someone
mention my name?
-Ah Toy.

-[chuckles]
-Young Jun.

-Good evening.
-How's your father?

-He's very well,
thank you.
-Good.

Who do we have here?

[Young Jun]
This is Ah Sahm.

-Just crossed.
-Fresh off the boat.

And how are things
in the motherland?

Famine, revolution.
The usual shit show.

So you came west
to seek your fortune.

Or just not
get killed.

Around here,
that's something
of a crapshoot.

-Hmm.
-So...

are you men here
for business
or business?

-You know me.
-[both laugh]

The insatiable
Young Jun.

I swear, this boy's
cock has its own
beating heart.

[chuckles]
Bum-bum, bum-bum,
bum-bum,

-bum-bum, bum-bum.
-[chuckles]

[hip-hop music]

[bell rings]

Come on. The bell.

[overlapping chatter, giggling]

Ah Toy's here.

[giggling]

[hisses] Ooh.

Okay.

Hmm.

Dinner...

-and dessert.
-Oh.

[giggling]

[exhales sharply]

See anyone you like?

Uh...

is this all
of them?

You mean there's
no one in this
entire group

that meets
your standards?

I'm looking
for someone.

She would've crossed
about two years ago.

Her name is Xiaojing.

Xiaojing.

I don't know anyone
by that name,

and I pretty much
know all of them.

Why don't you
take Zhang Yan?

Trust me,

she'll make you
forget whoever it is
you're looking for.

Back to work, ladies.

[moaning]

[somber music]

[light piano music]

[suspenseful music]

It's these fucking
politicians made fat

by their
industrialist cronies

that are cutting
the heart out
of this country.

[all] Aye, aye.

-I came here
like y'all did.
-Uh-huh.

To work hard,
feed my family.

Build a better life.

Then they
told me, "Dylan,

we need you to
fight in our war."

So I went.

Me and
150,000 Irishmen

to fight in
Lincoln's war,

against other Americans
and other Irishmen.

I killed men that
didn't need killing.

-Aye.
-Aye.

And I saw too
many of me own
brothers die.

-Aye.
-Aye.

But we won.

-We freed the
fucking slaves.
-Yes.

God bless them.

They didn't go back
home to Africa.

No.

They came north
and took our
fucking jobs.

-You're welcome.
-Aye, aye, aye.

And now they're
bringing in

these Chinese
by the boatload.

Because the rich
men whose fucking
war we fought

don't wanna pay us
a fair day's wage.

-Right.
-Aye.

And what I've come
to realize is,

this country won't
ever stop looking
for more

fucking subhumans
to do our fucking jobs

-cheaper than
we can.
-Fuckin' aye.

What they don't see...

is the cost of that.

Because in
the long run,

it will cost them
their fucking country.

-Aye.
-Yeah.

We fought for
this country.

-We bled for it.
-Aye.

And now we're gonna
save it from itself.

And if that means
another fucking
civil war,

-then so be it!
-[all cheer]

Whatever happens,
the Chinese must go.

[bangs table]
The Chinese must go!

[bang echoes]

[moaning]

[tense music]

[moaning]

-[blade swishes]
-Ah!

What the fuck?

Asshole.
Do you know
who I am?

What the
hell is this?
Get off him.

Motherfucker.

The Long Zii
have no business
being here.

Is this the onion
who was asking
about Xiaojing?

No.

That was me.

Then I guess you're
coming with us.

[snickers]

Thanks, but if
I was looking
for dick,

I probably wouldn't
be in a brothel.

You can either
come walking,

you can come in
a fucking bag.

Either way,
you're coming to
see Long Zii.

Well, I don't know
Long Zii, so I'm just
guessing here,

but I'm pretty sure
he can kiss
my salty ass.

[wind whistling]

[both grunting]

[tense music]

[man breathing
heavily]

[blades swish]

Uh, hah.

[breathes deeply]

[funk music building up]

[groans, grunts]

[funk music]

[bone crunches]

[blade swishing]

[grunting]

[grunts]

So...

the new guy
can scrap.

Ah, they didn't
recruit me for
my sharp wit.

Yes, you're
very good.

Just not as
good as you think.

Yeah?

Maybe that's why
you sold me out right
after I got here.

You think I
sold you out?

You. Or one
of your girls.

Same thing,
though, right?

Hey, new guy,
you just got here.

Maybe take a minute
before you think

you've got it all
figured out.

I may be fresh,
but I know when
I've been fucked.

You got fucked

because you spoke
your business in a
room full of whores.

This is not China.

It's Chinatown.

And our blood
is cheap here,

so you'd better
learn to adapt.

You understand?

[chuckles]

If I say yes, will
this conversation
be over?

You're not
the typical
hatchet man.

[soft music]

You didn't come all
this way just to scrap
for the Hop Wei.

You need someone
you can trust.

Someone...
outside the tong.

And you're saying
that's you?

I'm saying
it could be.

-You don't know me.
-No.

But I'm thinking
I should.

So...

Xiaojing?

I don't know
who that is.

You've been
a big help. Thanks.

I do know that
someone else came
looking for her.

About a year ago.

He was dead
within a day.

Who is she to you?

I would tell
you, but...

someone once
advised me

not to speak
my business
with whores.

Ah Sahm.

Confucius said...

a man in a brothel
is nobody's judge.

Confucius never
said that.

No, he didn't.

As you may
have heard,

the mayor himself
has asked me

to start a new
Chinatown squad.

[all grumbling]

Harrison.

McLeod.

Stone.

I've got one
more spot.

Any volunteers?

You can't force
this shit on us.

Come on, Bill,
it's a fucking cesspool
crawling with disease.

Well, I'm not
asking you to fuck it,

-just patrol it.
-Fuck's sake.

Officer Lee, is it?

-Yes, sir.
-Can I help you?

Well, I'd like
to volunteer, sir.

Am I hearing
an accent there?

I'm from Savannah,
Georgia, sir.

Well, that must make
you very popular
around here.

[scattered laughter]

[O'Hara]
How long have
you been a cop?

Uh, counting today,
about six weeks.

I'm not fucking
working with
no grayback.

-[O'Hara] Shut up, Stone.
-Damn Confederates.

Should have
all been strung up
by their balls.

-Too right.
-Hear, hear.

[spits]

[chair screeches]

[all] Ooh.

There's nothing
gained in

pounding the tar
off a drunk.

One of these days,
I reckon you'll be sober,

and when
that day comes,

Lord willing
and the creek
don't rise,

won't be enough
left of you to
spread on toast.

[all] Ooh.

[all clamoring]

Calm down.
Officer Stone!

Are you finished?

Are you?

-Aye.
-[grunts]

[exhales deeply]

Son...

I don't understand
a word you just said.

But I like the way
you said it.

You're hired.

[sizzling]

[exhales sharply]

Loyalty above all.

-Yeah!
-[all cheering]

Yes!

Yes!
Brother!

[hip-hop music]

So where did
you say you're
from, again?

-North Carolina?
-Georgia, sir.

-Oh, a goober, huh?
-Mm-hmm.

-What made you leave?
-The war.

The war ended
when you were a kid.

Well, the war is
still going on
for my family.

Uh...

my two older brothers
died at Gettysburg.

Huh.

I fought in
Gettysburg.

Oh.

Two nuns are riding
bikes on a cobblestone
street, right?

First nun says
to the second one,

"I've never come
this way before."

And the second nun,
she says...

[speaking Cantonese]
It's probably the cobblestones.

[laughter]

Oh, Officer O'Hara.

I'm sorry.
Sergeant O'Hara.

Congratulations.
You have new
Chinatown squad.

Different uniforms.
Very nice.

This is Officer Lee.
He's with me.

-Can we do this?
-Of course.

[ominous music]

[chickens clucking]

[door creaks open]

[speaking Cantonese]

Shut the door.

[sighs]

-I'll be damned.
-Five bowie knives,
sharpened.

Five sheaths,
finest-quality leather.

Five blackjacks,
double-weighted.

And for you, Sergeant,
two knuckles, brass,
with my compliments.

-Just wrap it up.
-What do we
need this for?

We have revolvers.

Six bullets,
25,000 Chinese.

You do the math.

This man
deals weapons
to the tongs.

Shouldn't we be
shutting him down?

Shut me down?

But I am
friend to police.

You ask Big Bill,
he tell you.

Sure, Chao.

You're a friend to
everyone, aren't you?

Why in the world
aren't we arresting
this man?

Forget everything
you know, kid.

That shouldn't
take too long.

[door opens]

[horse neighs]

You boys are
officially sprung.

Who bailed us
out, Jimmy?

-Thank you, Mr. Leary.
-Thank you, Mr. Leary.

Your bail was
15 bucks apiece.

The boys
all chipped in.

So don't get any
fucking ideas
about runnin'.

-Don't worry, Mr. Leary.
-The cop, the Southern one.

-He can put us away.
-You just stay put.
You hear me?

I'll deal
with the cop.

[chuckles]

Looks like business
is doing good.

-[grunts]
-[speaking Cantonese]

[grunts]

-[speaking Cantonese]
-[grunts]

What the fuck, man?

I just saw those guys
outside the shop.

Just wanted to see
what they were up to.

You're way too
fresh to be wandering
around here.

[hatchet thumps]

-That's their place?
-That's Long Zii's house.

Everything this
direction is Long
Zii territory.

We stay out.
You get me?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Come on,
let's get the fuck
out of here.

-[grunts]
-[hatchet thumps]

[saloon piano music]

There you go, Dylan.

[overlapping chatter]

-Your cop,
the young one.
-Lee.

I don't give a fuck
what his name is.

He can't show up
in court, understand?

Won't be good
for him...

for you...

for any of us.

-Mr. Leary.
-What is it?

This fella here
wants to have a go.

Okay, take him back.

Divide it up
however you want.

[smooth rock music]

[thunder crashes]

Come in from
the rain.

You will find
everything as
you like it.

[grunting, moaning]

Well, good evening.

And good
evening to you.

[slow-motion
yelling echoing]

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[all cheering]

[grunting]

[all yelling]

Ah!

[saloon piano music]

[all cheering]

[rock music]

[overlapping yelling]

[both grunting]

[groans] Ah!

[grunting]

[all cheering]

[all chanting]
Leary, Leary,
Leary, Leary...

[suspenseful music]

I'm looking
for Xiaojing.

You're the onion who
scrapped with my guys
the other night.

Mm.

Who is Xiaojing
to you?

Who is she to you?

Why are you
looking for her?

I'll tell her
when I see her.

-That's not
going to happen.
-Oh.

You know, I could've
diced these

slow-as-shit onions
on my way in.

I might not be
so polite on
my way out.

-[hisses]
-[speaking Cantonese]

[foreboding music]

[chuckles]

[groans]

[both grunting]

[tense music]

-[groans]
-Enough!

Leave us.

[soft music]

Xiaojing.

What are you
doing here?

I came for you.

To bring you home.

It's safe now.

Sun Yang is dead.

And our father?

I'm sorry.

Sun Yang had
him killed soon
after you left.

Don't you dare
put that on me.

-No, that's-- That's
not what I meant.
-You did this.

You did all of this.

Sun Yang
would've had you
killed years ago

if I hadn't agreed
to marry him.

You know how grateful
I was to you.

He beat me,

raped me...

not once,

regularly.

Where were you then?

And now...

the great warrior
Ah Sahm crosses
the salt

to save his poor,
lost sister.

-Xiaojing, please.
-My name is Mai Ling.

Xiaojing was
a stupid farm girl

who died in
Sun Yang's bed.

You don't
belong here.

This is exactly
where I belong.

As a Long Zii whore?

I am nobody's
whore.

My God.

This doesn't
mean anything.

If you think that,
then you're just
as stupid

as you always were.

Get out.

-Xiaojing--
-Get out!

I heard
noises earlier.

It was nothing.

Just a couple of
Hop Wei drunks
getting itchy.

Men chased
them off.

Everyone is itchy.

This tension between
the tongs is not good.

I should reach out
to Father Jun.

Well, let him
reach out to us.

We're the ones
who broke
the agreement.

Chinatown has
grown tenfold

in the years
since you made
that agreement.

It's absurd to think
that it should
still be binding.

Mai Ling.

Who knew you were
such a tough bitch?

You did.

These are
dangerous times
for all Chinese.

We can't afford
to be at war with
each other.

Set a meeting.

I'll reach out
to Father Jun.

What's wrong,
Mai Ling?

-Whiskey.
-Coming right up.

The itchy onion.

[chuckles]

I heard you got
skinned in already.

You know, a guy
with your skills,

there's a lot of
money to be made,

if you're smart
about it.

What's your name again?

Wang Chao.

Take it easy,
Wang Chao.

You already sold me once.

I just took
a small fee.

You wanna earn
another one?

Can you get
me passage...

back?

[foreboding music]

You're Hop Wei now.

And whatever
else that means,

that means you
can't go back.

They own you.

So the new guy's
packing it in already?

Mm.

Well, the new guy
had a shitty day.

Just remember this.

A gemstone is
not polished
without rubbing,

nor a man perfected
without his trials.

No one likes
a preachy drunk.

Fair enough.

Congratulations.

-Asshole.
-Hey.

There's more to a man
than what you see
from across the bar.

So this Xiaojing,

I take it you
found her.

I found Mai Ling.

You knew?

I had a feeling.

You could've
warned me.

Would that have
changed anything?

Might've liked
you better.

I think you like
me just fine.

[inhales sharply]

Come on.

I know what
you need.

[calm music]

Is this opium?

No.

It's my own herbs.
It'll help
with the pain.

She's my sister.

Do you wanna
talk about it?

I can't begin
to tell you how
much I don't.

So let's talk about
something else, then.

You didn't fuck
Zhang Yan
last night.

Do you prefer men?

-I can arrange that.
-[chuckles softly]

No, I guess I just
prefer women who
have a choice.

Oh.

Well, as far
as I know,

there's exactly one
woman in this house
who's not for sale.

[smooth music]

[both breathing
heavily]

Whoa.

[horse neighs]

We weren't
supposed to meet
until next week.

Long Zii asked
to set a meeting up
with Father Jun.

He wants peace.

Peace won't
serve my purposes
or yours.

I'm well aware
of that.

I'll expedite
delivery.

Your men can
pick up the
shipment tomorrow.

-That's fine.
-Remember,

I can take you out
of the opium business

as fast as
I put you in it.

If the old man
decides to honor

the treaty with
the Hop Wei--

There will be
no peace.

That-a-girl.

[foreboding music]

-[door opens]
-[overlapping chatter]

-Good night, boys.
-Well, that's it
for me tonight.

Well, listen. Cheers.
[slurring] He takes
this mixture--

-You listening to me?
-I'm listening.

He takes
these berries

and he crushes
them up, right?

[urine pattering]

And you smear
it on your fella.

You want me
to rub berries
on my cock?

You smear it
on your cock.
Listen.

-And you can
go all night.
-[chuckles]

[blade swishes]

[thump]

[gasps]

What the fuck?

Ah! [groans, pants]

[groaning]

[screaming]

[innards sloshing]

[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[grunting, panting]

[tense music]

[Soft Lipa's "Epic"]

[hip-hop music]

[rapping in an
Asian language]

[engine revs]