All language subtitles for Warrior_S01E03_John Chinaman.English (CC)

[engine revs]

[indistinct chatter]

-Mr. Mercer.
-Mm.

Do you mind
if I join you
for a minute?

Seems you
already have.

No one's ever
accused me of
being overly polite.

I hear congratulations
are in order.

Word is, you'll be
getting exclusive
city contract

to lay track
for the new
cable car lines.

Well, nothing's
official yet,
but yes,

all indications are
that the city will
be accepting my bid.

Hm.

[chatter hushes]

That's gotta be
a hell of a windfall.

[chewing]

Even for a rich fellow
like yourself.

These are hard
times for all
of us, Mr. Leary.

Some more than
others, Mr. Mercer.

Mr. Leary, I know
why you're here.

When construction begins,
I'll need a small army
of skilled workers,

a hundred jobs,
maybe more.

I guess you do know
why I'm here.

You're here to
intimidate me,

and you can believe
me that I didn't
become a rich fellow

by being easily
intimidated.

But the mayor's
office is drilling
down on me hard,

so I'll tell you what.

I'll hire on your
recommendation,

and in return,
you will help me to keep
salaries manageable.

What do you think?

I think our city
needs more patriots
like you.

And naturally,
in performing
this service,

you'll charge me
a consulting fee.

Only what you
think is fair.

I'll leave you
to your breakfast.

[rock music]

[theme music playing]

[blade swishes]

[soft ominous music]

[door slams shut]

[indistinct whispering]

[eerie music]

[clears throat]

The State versus
John Chinaman.

Two counts of
aggravated assault

in the first degree.

Your Honor,
it should be noted,

and the police
in attendance can
confirm that

this defendant
is also the
prime suspect

in a double homicide.

It is the
People's intention

to prosecute
this man for those
crimes as well,

so perhaps
we should delay
these proceedings--

Your Honor, to wit,
no murder charges

have been filed
against my client.

As such,

any allegations
have no bearing on
today's arraignment.

Mr. Stanton,
have you been
personally presented

with evidence to
support these
additional charges?

No, not yet,
Your Honor,

but the police
assured me that it
will be forthcoming.

You should know
better, Mr. Stanton.

Until you file charges,
my hands are tied.

The murders are out,

Mr. Coleman.

On the assault
charges,

how does the
defendant plead?

Not guilty,
Your Honor.

It's a clear-cut case
of self-defense.

Uh, the two victims,
Seamus and Paul O'Shea,

are prepared to
testify to the contrary.

Does the defense
have any witnesses?

No, Your Honor.

Imagine that. Hm.

The trial is scheduled
for tomorrow morning
at 9:00 a.m.

Until then,
the defendant
will be held

without bail
until a verdict
is rendered.

Next case.

[somber rock music]

[men shouting]

Bill, a word, please?

-I'm a little busy right--
-Then I'll be quick.

[sighs]

I appreciate
the fact that you
made the arrest.

We all do.

But there's
no satisfaction
in watching

the wheels of
justice diminish
the chink's crimes.

You're worried
about the judge?

He wasn't moved
by the notion of
a double homicide.

Well, the assault
charges'll stick.

We got two
victims testifying.

We want the
murder, Bill.

And this
fucking judge--

Well, maybe
you can talk to
the prosecutor,

cook up some grounds
for a new judge.

That will take
too long.

The people I speak
for have already
convicted this chink.

So I'm thinking
we may as well
skip the trial,

and get right
to the sentence.

[soft dramatic music]

Good afternoon,
Mai Ling.

I am sorry for
the interruption,

but I wanted to
personally deliver

this week's
casino receipts.

Well, I assume,
if you delivered
this yourself,

you're here for
more than just
a pat on the back.

The box is full,
but not as full as
it could be.

I'm listening.

Our capacity
is limited.

Every night,
we turn away
players.

That's money
walking out our door.

And you have
a suggestion?

If I remove
one of the bars,

the one against
the south wall,
I could fit in

six or seven
new tables.

And how much of
our revenue do
the bars generate?

30%, between the two.

And how long
to renovate?

Three weeks,
maybe four.

Make it three.

Don't I need
Long Zii's permission
to make these changes?

Well, you
just got it.

Is there a problem,
Ji Huang?

No, Mai Ling.

I'm sorry. I--

I'll start work
immediately.

Yes, you will,

and on half salary
until the renovations
are complete.

Incentive to
work quickly.

[door slams shut]

What is it?

Your brother was
arrested yesterday.

Of course he was.

[men laughing,
chattering]

[piano plays ragtime]

I should, should've
been home that
day, girls.

Doug was
never there!

Phillip.

Mrs. Blake.

You look lovely,
as always.

-[man yelps]
-Get the fuck
out of here!

They told me
I might find
you here.

Yeah, they told me
you might too.

What? Who?

Mr. Buckley.

There's a pleasant fella.

-Gareth.
-Aye.

Will you get Mrs. Blake
a drink, please?

Oh, no, thank you.

It's a bit early,
isn't it?

-No, not if you
pace yourself.
-[drink pouring]

[glass clinks]

Since we both
know this is not
a social call,

could you
please just...

just get on with it?

The Chinese man
you're defending
is innocent.

Mm.

He was only protecting
my manservant and me
from those Irish thugs.

Your manservant?

-Phillip.
-[soft laugh]

I'm sorry, there's
really nothing I can
do at this point.

Put me on the stand.
I'll testify that

he was coming
to our defense.

Sure.

Let's put the mayor's
wife on the stand

to testify on behalf
of a Chinese enforcer.

I mean, what could
possibly go wrong?

[soft scoff]

Look, even
if I thought
it would help,

which it wouldn't,

not even
a little bit,

Buckley has made it
excruciatingly clear

that if I let you
anywhere near this case,
then I lose my job.

And I'm sorry,
but in this economy,

career opportunities
for drunk lawyers are just

eh, not what
they used to be.

What's happened
to you, Phillip?

You are not
seriously asking me
that, are you?

Do you really think
so little of me now?

It doesn't matter
what I think anymore.

You made your choice.

And apparently
you made yours.

[laughs]

He doesn't
belong in prison.

[men cheering]

He doesn't belong
in this country.

[door clanks open]

[men drunkenly singing
"O'Donnell Abu"]

♪ Proudly the note
of the trumpet
is sounding ♪

[door clanks shut]

♪ Loudly the
war cries ♪

♪ Arise on the Gael
Fleetly... ♪

Shut the hell up!

[keys jingling]

Here.

Go on.

[handcuffs click]

-[handcuffs click]
-Go on.

[lock clangs]

You boys
behave yourselves,
you hear me?

[wind whooshing
softly]

[sighs]

[footsteps receding]

[door clanking]

[disquieting music]

[man] What the hell
is he doing?

Hey, panface.

Open your
goddamn eyes.

Shh.

Fuck you.

-[yells]
-[grunting]

[metallic thud]

-[joints popping]
-[screams]

-[blow lands]
-[grunts]

[rock music]

[shouts]

-[joints popping]
-[screaming]

[joints popping]

[all grunting]

[metal clanks]

[shouts]

[panting]

[decrescendo]

[sighs]

[low uneasy music]

[door clanks open]

What the hell kind
of chink are you?

What the hell kind
of cop are you?

You can
speak English?

You sneaky bastard.

If you could speak
this whole time,

how come you didn't
say anything?

It wouldn't
have helped.

I guess not,

not while you're
wearing a Hop Wei
suit, anyway.

You think because
you wear that uniform,

you're any different?

Well, I don't go around
assaulting people.

No, you bring in
assholes like this
to do it for you.

Least I have the balls
to use my own hands.

Mm.

And look where
it got you.

The only reason
I'm in here is
because my skin

is a different
color than yours.

Your skin is not
the reason you
were arrested.

I think you
know that it is,

just like you know
it's the reason
they'll convict me.

Strange, the way
you can talk.

If I close my eyes,
you could be anyone.

Is it safe for me
to come in there

and drag those
guys out?

[uneasy music]

I can't make
any promises.

[door clanks open]

[footsteps approach]

[door thuds shut]

What in the world?

Shift's over, Lee.
Go home.

You had another cell,

but you threw
them in with him.

Which part of
"shift's over" do
you not understand?

-Go the fuck home.
-I saw you with Leary.

You put them in
with him deliberately.

Well, if it bothers
you so much,

you can move them.

[footsteps receding]

Were you
speaking English?

Ah, mm.

[accented]
John Chinaman.

When can I expect
a little one from you?

[laughter]

Now put that down.
Eat your food.

Come on, stop
playing around.

[knocking]

Your ears broke?

-Get the damn door, boy.
-That was a fine one.

Uh...

-[indistinct talking]
-[laughter]

-What'd you
have to drink?
-Mm...

Could you grab
some more of
that, please?

-[blow lands]
-Oh!

[frightened yelling]

Go, go!

Oh, Seamus, no!

Ah!

[yells]

[grunting]

[glasses smash]

[dramatic music]

Children, come here.
Come to me now.

[frightened gasping]

[soft grunt]

[panting] What the
fuck is this?

You have a beautiful
family, Mr. O'Shea.

How the hell are
you talking to me?

Be grateful for it.

If I couldn't
talk to you,

we wouldn't be
able to negotiate.

And if we
couldn't negotiate,

you'd already
be dead.

Negotiate? [grunts]

What the hell are
you talking about?

[grunts]

[low disquieting music]

[softly]
No-no-no-no...

You and your son
will not come to
court tomorrow.

You will not testify.

The hell I won't!

[women gasp]

[straining]

And in return,

we'll leave
your family alive.

You get away
from her.

It would be
a lot of work,
I imagine,

burying a family
this large.

Okay.

[stammering] Okay.

We won't testify.
We won't go.

I'm gonna take you
at your word.

-[crying]
-Oh...

I suggest you
take me at mine.

The State versus
John Chinaman.

Two counts of
aggravated assault.

All right, Mr. Stanton.
Let's get on with it.

Are you ready to call
your first witness?

Neither witness
appears to be here,
Your Honor.

[crowd clamoring]

-[gavel banging]
-Order! Order!

[indistinct talking]

The witnesses
are not here?

That is correct,
Your Honor.

And do you have any
notion as to where
they might be?

I do not, Your Honor,
therefore, I ask that

the court may indulge
a short continuance

until the victims
can be located.

-I object.
-[crowd clamors]

Order! Order!

Your Honor, both Paul
and Seamus O'Shea
had ample notification

for the time and
the place of this trial.

Their absence
is a slight

to the offices
of this court

and to my client's
right to due process.

Any continuance
would only serve to

condone this disrespect

and to give affirmation
to what is clearly
a delay tactic.

I tend to
agree with you,
Mr. Coleman,

and without
any substantiating
testimony,

I see no good
reason to proceed.

[crowd clamoring]

-[banging gavel]
-Order! Order!

Your Honor,
if we release
the accused,

the chances of
locating him again
are very slim.

May I remind
the court that he's
still a prime suspect

in a vicious
double homicide?

And may I remind you,
Mr. Stanton,

that I've already ruled
on that matter?

-And until the police...
-What the hell
is happening?

Coleman fucked us.
Be ready to move.

...another word
about it.

I applaud your zeal,

but not at
the expense
of the law.

Your Honor,
there are mitigating
circumstances.

Yes, maybe,

but you do not seem
to have any idea
as to what they are.

The charges
are dismissed.

The defendant
is free to go.

[crowd uproar]

[low rock music]

Order! Order!

Filthy Chinaman!
Get out!

[crowd roaring]

Friends!

Friends, I share
your anger and
your outrage!

As you know,
my wife...

My wife was a victim
of this attack as well.

[crowd hushing]

It's a sad day
for our city

when our citizens
cannot walk the streets
in broad daylight

without fear from a,

from a foreign
criminal element.

What's worse,
our own courts

cannot uphold
the very protections

put in place to
keep us safe.

[crowd clamoring]

And so,

I say here today,
in front of
all of you,

this will not stand!

[crowd clamoring
agreeably]

You have my word

that I will devote
every resource
necessary

to ensure the safety
and sanctity

of every man,
woman, and child
of our great city.

[crowd cheers]

God bless you all,

God bless
San Francisco,

and God bless
the United States
of America.

[crowd cheering]

[disquieting
rock music]

You are one lucky
son of a bitch.

I would've bet
a week's pay

they were gonna
hang you out to dry.

Well, sorry to
disappoint you.

That crowd will
tear you to pieces.

And here, I thought
you didn't care.

Well, believe
it or not,

scraping dead chinks
off the sidewalk

stops being fun
after a while.

[distant crowd
clamor echoing]

At the end of this
hall is a doorway
to some stairs

that'll take you down
to a service exit

at the back side
of the building.

Keep your head down

and stick to
the side streets.

Thanks.

Don't thank me.

Just stay on your
side of the line.

[scoffs]

You don't have
three more guys

waiting for me down
there, do you?

It'd take
more than three,
wouldn't it?

I thought that
went well.

What?

You didn't say
anything directly
about the Chinese.

You didn't talk
about jobs.

You want me to
condemn the Chinese
in public speech?

To vilify the city's
greatest source

of cheap,
expendable labor,
and by extension,

the men who
profit from it?

Merriweather
and his cronies
would crucify me.

They'd pull
their support,

and I'd be dead
in the water this
time next year.

So instead,
you'll turn your back
on 20,000 Irish votes?

I'm not turning my
back on anyone.

I'm cracking down
on Chinese crime.

That won't put food
on anyone's table.

Well, I can't do
anything about that

if I'm not
reelected, can I?

Ambivalence won't
get you reelected.

This city's becoming
a powder keg.

You're gonna have
to pick your poison.

I thought that's
what I just did.

You know, Buckley,

you're a smart man,

and God knows
I wouldn't be here
without you,

but every once
in a while,

you could stand to
shut the fuck up...

and let a man have
his goddamn moment.

[somber rock music]

[distant crowd
shouting]

[whistles]

So, how are
you finding
America so far?

[sighs]
You don't seem
happy to see me.

Well, last time
I got in a carriage
with you,

I ended up
getting branded.

-You're welcome.
-Where's Young Jun?

Young Jun
didn't send me.

Father Jun has
a strict policy
about that.

As far as the Hop Wei
are concerned,

you were on your
own the minute
you stepped foot

outside of Chinatown.

I thought you were
Father Jun's bitch.

You see any
colors on me?

-No.
-No, you don't.

That's because
I work for one man,

and one man only,
and that's me.
Get me?

When the witnesses
didn't show,

I figured the Hop Wei
were behind it.

Well, you also figured
it'd be a good idea

to take out some ducks
in broad daylight,

so maybe figuring
isn't exactly your
strong suit.

Matter of fact,
I'm here courtesy
of Mai Ling.

Who the hell
is Mai Ling?

[laughs]

See, now,
that might be the
smartest thing

you've said since
I first met you.

Maybe you won't die
so soon after all.

Still, I can't help
but wonder,

why would Long Zii's
pretty bird

concern herself over
a Hop Wei onion, hm?

No?

It's okay.
I can wait.

Anyway, this Mai Ling,
who you don't know,

asked me to
deliver a message,

and that
message is this:

Get out of
San Francisco
right now.

She didn't say
"or else,"

but it was
definitely implied.

It's not a bad idea.

I seem to recall
some drunk asshole

telling me that
I can't leave.

I know.

You, my friend,
are well and
truly fucked.

[soft laugh]

[low rock music]

[men chuckling,
talking]

[men quieting]

Welcome back,
motherfucker.

Get your onion
ass over here!

We got a few days of
drinking to catch up on.

[cheers and applause]

Now, I don't want
to see you sipping
this shit.

We're partying
tonight.

So how did
you get out?

Ah, no idea.

The judge and lawyers
started shouting
at each other.

I didn't know what
they were saying,
but next thing I know,

they were sending
me on my way.

So you're just one
lucky fucking onion,
is that it?

Go spend
a few nights
in that cell,

see how lucky
you feel.

All right,
enough of this shit.

He was in.
Now he's out.

Drink up.

[glasses clink]

[door clanks open]

[dramatic rock music]

Evening, boys.

Does anyone
want to tell me

how one
skinny chink

managed to beat
the piss out of all
three of yous?

He's like a
fucking demon.

-Shut the fuck up.
-He just moved
around like--

I should leave
you all in here,

for all the good
you've done me,

you worthless cunts.

But I don't want to
hear it from your
fucking wives.

Now get the fuck
out of my sight

before I change
my mind.

Ow!

[sighs]

[door clanks open]

It's hard to
find good help.

You and me,

we're square
now, right?

You've got bigger
concerns, Bill.

Your bust
didn't hold up.

That yellow bastard

just made a fucking
fool out of you.

[sighs]

What are you gonna
do about that?

Hm?

[brooding string music]

[sighs]

[drink fizzing]

Your Scotch.

Sit with me
for a minute.

[sips]

You're upset with me.

I'm sorry.

Politics and marriage

are a fraught
combination,

but ultimately,
it worked out,
didn't it?

The result is
what matters.

Your, uh... [laughs]
...defender walked
away a free man,

and I delivered
a speech establishing

the platform for
my reelection,

which will, uh,

benefit us both.

[laughs]

All's well
that ends well.

Isn't that right?

I suppose so.

[inhales] So,

why don't we
forgive each other...

and get on
with our lives?

[exhales]

[kisses]

Oh...

Mm, mm!

[moaning and kissing]

[breathes shakily]

[melancholy piano music]

[snoring]

[cheering and shouting]

Yeah! [laughs]

[cheering]

[laughs]

[grunts]

All right!

Shut your holes!

I'm making
a toast here.

Raise your
glasses to our
brother Ah Sahm,

the toughest
motherfucker in
Chinatown!

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

He fucked up
a couple of

mick ducks in
their own pond.

-Yeah!
-And when he
had enough...

-Yeah!
-He walked
right out of jail

like it was
no big thing

and came back home!

[all cheering]

Whoo!

You gonna
drink with me?

Yes, I am.

[faint string music]

Mm.

-You good?
-Sure.

You look good
for a guy who

just spent two
nights in duck jail.

By any other
standard,

you look like
hammered shit.

[chuckles]

How was it in there?

I don't
recommend it.

Hm.

What the hell were
you doing out there
anyway, man?

I looked away
for one minute,
and you were gone.

I know.
I'm, I'm sorry
about that.

The streets are
still a little
confusing to me.

I had no idea
I left Chinatown.

The white faces
are usually a
dead giveaway.

Yeah, I know that now.

[soft chuckle]
Look, from now on,

you stay close.
You get me?

I get you.

Now look at us.

Surrounded by
all this sticky,

and we're standing
here with our cocks
in our pants

like a couple of
old fucking codgers.

Huh?

Oh, here we go.

Come here,
little girl.
[kisses]

-Come on. Come on.
-[chuckles]

Come on!

-[soft laughter]
-Whoo!

-[cork pops]
-[all cheering]

Yeah!

[laughter
and clapping]

[crowd quiets]

Father.

We were just
celebrating Ah
Sahm's release.

Mm. Where is he?

I interrupted
your celebration.

Where's my drink?

And another
for Ah Sahm.

[cheers and applause]

[glass shatters]

[crowd quiets]

Look at your arm.

Look at it.

That's the seal
of the Hop Wei.

That seal doesn't
make you any
more Hop Wei

than that
fucking suit does.

What makes
you Hop Wei

is your undying
devotion to the tong,

to your
brothers in it,

and to the rules
by which we live.

I don't know what
the fuck you were
doing out there,

but you weren't
with your brothers,

you weren't with me,
which means...

you had no fucking
business being
out there at all.

Get me?

I get you.

I don't think
you do.

[uneasy music]

It's partly my fault.

I skinned you in
without a proper
initiation,

and by doing so,

I failed to impart
this lesson to you.

I diminished
the importance
of the tong.

And now I have
to correct that.

-[grunts]
-[thud echoes]

Drop your hands.

Drop your
fucking hands.

-[grunts]
-[women gasp]

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

Ah!

[grunts]

[groans]

[panting]

[grunts]

[panting]

-[bone clacks]
-[yells]

-[shouts]
-[women gasp]

Very good.

Now,

it's fucking
time for a drink.

[all cheering]

[jaunty hip-hop music]

-Ah Sahm!
-[all] Ah Sahm!

Ah Sahm.

[all] Ah Sahm!

[all cheering]

Whoo!

Ah Sahm!

-Whoo!
-Yeah!

Yes!

I see Father Jun
didn't spare the rod.

-Probably had it coming.
-It was a stupid move.

You went to the pond
looking to scrap.

No, that's not
what I did.

Well, that's
what happened.

I didn't think
it would turn
into a thing.

You didn't
think at all.

You could've spent
the rest of your life

rotting in some
duck prison.

But I didn't.

Only a fool considers
dumb luck validation.

Well, as much
as I'd love to

stay and bask in
your disapproval...

[sighs]

What did you see
over in the pond?

[sighs]

We're not
people here.

We're cattle.

And they'll neve
r stop seeing us
that way.

They'll stop when
we make them stop.

Most of our people
are content
being oppressed.

I'm not one of
those people,

and neither
are you.

We're a nation
of warriors,
not slaves.

What do you
want from me?

I want you to
take better care
of yourself.

-I have
plans for you.
-Really?

You're gonna
start a revolution
in a brothel?

Barrooms and brothels
are where revolutions
are usually born.

You want company?

I have
company, thanks.

[distant laughter]

[smooth
electronic music]

[sighs]

[door opens]

Good evening,
Mai Ling.

[sips]

Rough day?

You heard about it.

A minor setback.

I take a longer
view of things.

In this very minor
setback lies a
larger opportunity.

The mayor now has
to show he's hard
on Chinatown crime.

He couldn't care
less where the
hammer falls.

Hop Wei, Long Zii,
it's all the
same to him.

But luckily,
I have you to
aim the hammer.

In theory,
that's true,

but what have you
done for me lately?

I've broken
the treaty,

and signaled to
the Hop Wei that

we're getting into
the opium business.

Yes, and they killed
your men and burned
your shipment,

a shipment I took great pains
to secure for you, by the way,

and you still
haven't retaliated.

My husband's still
urging restraint.

You assured me
the old man wouldn't
be a problem.

He won't be.

You just have
to take the long
view, Mr. Buckley.

[soft chuckle]
Touche.

Have the police
start pressing
the Hop Wei,

and leave
the rest to me.

And the opium?

I'll need
another shipment.

And I'll need to see
blood in the streets.

You'll have
your blood.

[soft suspenseful music]

Yes.

I believe I will.

-[clock ticking]
-[fire crackling]

[door creaks open]

Jacob?

[door shuts softly]

It's you.
How did you--

You followed Jacob.

This is really nice.

Very, um...
Well, it's clean.

My husband is
asleep upstairs.

-If he finds you
in our home--
-Don't worry.

I won't be
staying long.

You won't be
staying at all.

You need to
leave now.

You're coming off
a bit, like, rude.

[sniffs]

Whew.

I saw you today.

Were you gonna
testify on my behalf?

I was gonna try.
Please, you
have to go.

Now I'm starting
to get the sense

you'd like me
to leave.

What do you
mean, try?

My husband
is the mayor.

He would've been
better served with
your conviction.

Either way,

I don't need
your money.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know how
else to thank you.

I didn't think
I'd see you again.

Well, you know,
you could
ask my name.

Here's a hint.

It's not
John Chinaman.

You're right.
I'm sorry.

What is your name?

It's Ah Sahm.

-Ah Sahm.
-Yeah.

[gentle rock music]

-I'm Penny Blake--
-Penny Blake.

I remember.

Well,

have a good
night, Penny.

Wait.

Why did you do it?

Why did you
defend me?

Because I'm an idiot.

-I mean it.
-No, so do I.

You called me
a coward
in the shop.

I guess I wanted
you to know that
I wasn't one.

Why would you
care what I think?

Because I'm an idiot.

I'm sorry to have
misjudged you.

No, you just saw
what everyone
around you sees.

We're not all like
that, you know.

No? Really?

What are you like,

Penny Blake?

You have
a good night.

Ah Sahm?

I don't think
you're a coward.

And I don't care
what you think.

[door rattles open]

[door softly shuts]

[muffled laughter,
chatter]

Evening, Seamus.

Mr. Leary.

I missed you
in court today.

Well, you have
to understand,
Mr. Leary, those...

slanty fuckers
showed up here

and threatened
my family.

You should've
come to me.

My children,
they were going to
slaughter my children.

You should have
come to me!

Mr. Leary, please.

[dark music]

Who's that out there?

The fire brigade.

Here to make
sure the fire
doesn't spread.

What fire?

No! No!

What are
you doing? No!

-[glasses smash]
-[women shouting]

Oh! Let's go,
come on!

-Everyone out!
-Out of the house!

Quickly! Get out!

Come on!
You with me.

Come on! Run!

-Run, quickly!
-[panting]

Come on, kids.

Run! Keep going.

[grunts]

Take your family

and leave San
Francisco tonight.

I don't ever
want to see
you here again.

[Seamus]
Let's go, kids.
Let's go.

[music broods]

[OZI's "Diamond" playing]

♪ Check ♪

♪ Young OZI
right here ♪

♪ Check, check... ♪

[rapping in Chinese]

♪ Goddamn bout
time to... ♪

[rapping in Chinese]

♪ 100 carat diamond ♪

[rapping in Chinese]

♪ You can't see me
coming I'm a... ♪

[rapping in Chinese]

♪ I flex hard
I'm a diamond♪

♪ Crush me
all you want ♪

♪ I'ma take no damage
bling, bling, bling ♪

♪ That's how we do
you can call me HP ♪

♪ Printing paper by
the minute, yeah ♪

♪ We going big,
repping FP ♪

♪ Now we down with
this business yeah ♪

♪ Tracks go flame
when I'm in it yeah ♪

♪ Diamond, diamond,
diamond, whoa ♪

♪ Gang, gang,
gang, gang ♪

♪ I'm making
bank, bank, bank ♪

[rapping in Chinese]

♪ Okay ♪

[rapping in Chinese]

♪ I flex hard
I'm a diamond ♪

♪ Spitting fire
like a savage ♪

♪ You should quit rapping
cut the jaw jack 'cause ♪

♪ Your track whack
all y'all flow trash ♪

♪ Come take me
on a challenge yeah ♪

♪ Goddamn it
I'm on a rampage ♪

♪ I can't hold back
these emotions ♪

♪ Man I just
can't manage ♪

♪ You can't imagine
how a kid on this island ♪

♪ Can spit like a god
but it doesn't matter ♪

♪ I'm no Marshall Mathers
I'm Lucious Lyon ♪

♪ I'm building
my empire ♪

♪ I'm gravity-defying
I'm like the
Wright brothers ♪

♪ Told myself
that I'ma ♪

♪ Go ahead and make
a deal with Lucifer ♪

♪ I'm a deadly
punisher ♪

♪ I got no mercy on
this lyric massacre ♪

♪ 'Cause low-key
that's my
guilty pleasure ♪

♪ Let's start it
from the bottom ♪

♪ From the day
I started rhyming ♪

♪ A disciple to
the rhythm ♪

♪ I became addicted
to this adrenaline ♪

♪ And now I stand
in front of people... ♪