All language subtitles for Warrior_S01E05_The Blood and the Sh_t.English (CC)

[engine revs]

[dramatic western music]

[horses chuffing]

[horse whinnies]

When we agreed
to take the
later coach,

no one said
anything about
riding with Chinamen.

Aren't there laws
against this?

You're not in
the city now,
darling.

There are
no laws here.

They shouldn't
even be allowed
to buy tickets.

It's a well-known
fact that they
carry diseases,

for God's sake.

Keep your voice
down, dear.

It's not
like they can
understand me.

I mean, God.
The smell alone.

[Father Flynn]
Let's not forget our
Christian hospitality.

If I may,
"You shall treat
the stranger

that sojourns
with you as the
native among you

and love them as you
love yourself."

Leviticus, 19:33.

Padre, if I wanted
to hear a sermon,

I'd probably be
in church now,
wouldn't I?

And you'd
be welcome.

As would these
two young fellas.

There's room
for everyone in
God's kingdom.

Have you boys
considered committing
your souls

to our Lord
and Savior?

[Mason] Business
must be pretty slow
up in heaven.

And they got you
out hunting down
chink souls.

[thud]

[exciting music]

[speaking Cantonese]
This is bullshit.

Well, look at
it this way.

We got to get
out of Chinatown
for a few days

-and breathe in
some fresh air.
-"Fresh air"?

We're riding in
a box with a bunch
of hairy ducks.

[speaking Cantonese]
Take it easy.

We'll be back in the blood
and the shit soon enough.

I'll take the blood
and shit over
Grass Valley, Nevada.

-It wasn't so bad.
-It was a dusty
shit bowl.

The food was shit.
The beds were shit.
The whores were shit.

-That didn't
stop you.
-Fuck you.

What else was
there to do?

Still can't believe
Father Jun sent
us out here

just to drag home
a damn corpse.

He considers it
a sacred duty

to transport a dead
relative back to China.

-It's fucking
coolie work.
-Yeah...

There's a war
going on,

and we're out
here with these
duck fuckers...

...and a dead onion rotting
on the roof.

I don't know
which smells worse.

Neither of you boys
speak any English,
do you?

No, Padre,
they don't
speak English,

and they definitely
don't speak Jesus.

Chinese are
half worm.

That's why
they had 'em for
the railroads.

They dig a
tunnel real good.

They're people, son.
Just like you and me.

Not like me, Padre.

You can tell just
by looking at 'em

they ain't fully
evolved into civilized
humans yet.

Whoa!

[wagon creaking]

Why are we stopping?
It's barely 2:00.

The horses are done.

Never gonna make
it to Mooney Flat
before nightfall.

We're gonna have
to stay here till
daybreak tomorrow.

You can't be serious.
We're in the middle
of nowhere.

[mumbling]
Oh, yeah, well...
Everyone out.

[dramatic music]

-Why not just leave
that out here?
-Are you kidding?

Who knows what kind of animals

come out at night
around here.

Father Jun
would shit a brick
if they ended up

eating his
precious corpse.

[grunts]

[dramatic music]

They're not gonna
bring that in here,
are they?

Well, they already
did, honey.

[thud]

-What can I get ya?
-Two whiskey, please.

Don't you mean three?

If he's not drinking,
he can't stay.

You got any
beds up there?

The only beds here
come with the whores.

And what
good is a bed
without one?

I ain't sleeping
with no redskin.

Well... then you're
shit out of luck,

'cause my other
girl Sally's

already upstairs
with a customer.

Sally, huh?

[dramatic music]

-[screams]
-What the fuck?

Time's up,
you limp-dick
motherfucker.

Who are you?
Get off of him!

-Get out of here.
-It's my turn now.

What's wrong
with you? Stop!

-What's wrong
with you, man?
-[indistinct shouting]

-Fuck off.
-Watch it. Go!

[indistinct shouting]

[pounding on steps]

Oh, shit.
[whimpers]

Shit.

All right,
little lady.
Here I am.

[chuckles]

[dramatic spaghetti
western music]

[blade swishes]

[mellow
western music]

[tapping]

Thought you
two might want
some real food.

[speaking Cantonese] There's
nothing but ham and beans
from here to San Francisco.

Drunken chicken?
Nice.

Wow. Thank you.

-Mmm.
-Mmm.

-This is good.
-I marinate it in
my own rice wine.

-You've got
rice wine?
-Homesick?

-Yeah.
-Well, it gets cold
here in the winter,

and the white devils
never want any, so...
I'll get you some.

Thank you. Hey.

Your accent.
Where are you from?

-Yubei.
-Yubei?

-I'm from Foshan.
-Foshan, huh?

Well, we're
practically neighbors.

My father used to
have a farm at the
base of Dinghu mountain.

[laughs softly]

We used to
climb up to the
waterfalls there.

Yeah.

Well, I'll be right
back with that wine.

[somber music]

The Dinghu mountain, huh?

[slurps]

Something
bothering you?

Did you know
I've never been
to China?

Guess I never really
thought about it.

I'm a Chinaman
who's never
been to China.

I was born in
San Francisco,

but I'm sure no
fucking American.

I don't belong
anywhere.

-You're as
Chinese as I am.
-No.

-I'm just another onion
taking up space.
-[footsteps thudding]

Goddamn!

Worked me up
an appetite.

Hey.

What do you all
have for food
around here?

-Ham and beans.
-Sounds good to me.

[wind whistling]

[Mason] Now,
what are you yellow
fellas eating?

[speaking Cantonese]
Just ignore him.

And what are you
doing with those
damn sticks?

Nobody ever teach you
any table manners?

You got tables
in China?

Or do you all just
eat off the floor,
like dogs?

[speaking Cantonese]
I thought we were ignoring him.

[intense music]

[speaking Cantonese]
He'll be easier to ignore
without his teeth.

You got something
you wanna say,
yellow fuck?

Easy, boys.
Easy.

We've all had
a rough trip.

Why don't you let me
buy you a drink?

I didn't know
priests could drink.

It's the one vice
they let us have.

Well, I'm not
gonna argue with
a man of God.

Excellent.

Give us some
of the good
stuff, please.

[acoustic guitar]

[tapping]

-[knocking]
-Yes?

-Hey, big brother.
-What do you need?

[pounding]

[pounding quickens]

Something wrong?

We almost never
get any Chinese
in here,

so it's been a while
since I heard

some white bastard
talk down to us.

I should've thrown
him right the fuck
out of here.

You don't come to
my place and talk
that kind of shit.

-Your place?
Aren't you the cook?
-I am the cook.

But I also built it.

Cut down and planed
every piece of wood
you see in here.

How does a guy
from Yubei

end up owning
a saloon in Nevada?

I've done it all.

Ten years on
the railroad,
laying down track

and growing
food for them.

After that...

five years of
squeezing gold out
of a mining claim

the ducks
said was dry.

I quit.
[sighs]

And I came here
when they wouldn't
give me

the going rate
for my gold.

Twice the work
for half the pay?

I couldn't live
with that anymore.

[indistinct chatter]

[acoustic guitar]

Wait, you and her?

That little lady
right there?

She is my
gold mountain.

That's America,
little brother.

Plenty of
opportunity,

just never
where you think.

[thumping]

[sighs]

I think I'm in love.

[chuckles]
She's an Indian.
You're Chinese.

You can't even
talk to her.

I know.
It's perfect.

We understand
each other, you know?

She's like me,
a stranger in
her own land.

I'm gonna go
get us a drink.

[sighs]

Three whiskey,
please.

Don't stand next to me,
you fucking worm.

[dramatic music]

Oh. You like the
redskin, huh?

Fuck off.

[imitating accent]
"Fuck off."

You know, I hear
you can ride these
red ones real hard.

I'm not usually
up for the squaws,

but since you
took the trouble
to warm her up...

well, I may as well
give her a shot.

Come on, red.

Now that the
yellow fella got
you warmed up,

you can get fucked
by a real man.

[gun cocking]

I don't think so,
yellow fella.

You got yourself
a little crush, do ya?

Your little
yellow dick

likes some red pussy.

[gunshot blasts]

[dramatic
western music]

Good day,
everyone.

No need to stand,
thank you, just...

Keep your seats.

I apologize that
you all had to see

that little bit of
gruesomeness,

but I did it for
two reasons.

First, the man had
his gun drawn.

Which is something
I just can't tolerate
in my line of work.

Second,

I thought it would
make an effective
example.

A deterrent, if you will,
against any interference.

And now,
having established
that deterrent,

we can carry on
with the business
at hand.

In a perfect world,

y'all would've just
left your valuables
in the stagecoach.

But, seeing as how
you're savvy travelers

who know better
than to leave your
belongings unattended,

uh, we're gonna
have to take a more
direct approach.

So I'd very much
appreciate it

if you would all
just take a minute
to remove

any and all valuables
from your bags,

and we'll just
lighten your load

and be on our way.

[gun cocking,
bullet casing pings]

All right then, boys.

Let's get
on with it.

[intense music]

You have a chance
to look out back
at the stables?

I seen a
couple of nags.

Decent enough tack.

Get rid of the
nags as you go.

You got it.

You're with them?
You bastard.

Well...

the regular driver
was indisposed.

You got a light
for me, darling?

[strikes match]

It's been
a while, Billie.

Yeah.
Not long enough.

You were always
tougher than most
of the men.

Smarter too.

Smart enough to
know I'll shoot
you dead before

you ever get that
Old Betsy out from
behind the bar.

Let's see it,
shall we?

Nice and slow.

[gun thuds
on table]

[gun cocking]

Attagirl.

-[man] I think
we're set, boss.
-All right, then.

I'll just need
you two gentlemen

to bring that
coffin out for me.

The box.

Outside.

No.

Excuse me?

Please, it's...

it's sacrilege.

What do you want
a corpse for?

Let them keep--
[grunts]

[Father Flynn
groaning]

Thank you, Father.

Coffin. Outside.

-[Father Flynn
groaning]
-Now.

Fuck your mother.

[laughter]

Kill 'em.

[blades scraping]

[ragged breathing]

-[gunshot blasts]
-[grunts]

[gunshots]

[blade slicing]

[exciting music]

[gunshots blast]

[grunts]

[growls]

[grunts]

[horseshoes clopping]

[gunshot blasts]

[horse whinnies]

[gunshot blasts]

Winnie? Honey,
are you okay?

[dramatic
western music]

Hey, you.

Chinaman.

What the hell is
wrong with you?

You just
take it easy.

Don't you tell me
to take it easy.

These damn
Chinese could've
gotten us all killed.

They were
defending themselves,

which is more than
any of the rest
of you can say.

They weren't
defending themselves.

They were
protecting that.

What the hell
is in there

that was worth
risking all
of our lives?

[speaking Cantonese]
He's right.
What's in the coffin?

[blade swooshes]

[dramatic
western music]

Just doesn't
make any sense.

What could they
possibly want with
a dead coolie?

-[all groaning]
-Sweet Jesus.

[speaking Cantonese]
Uh... Ah Sahm? What the hell?

[squishing]

[grunts, exhales deeply]

[squelching]

[grunts]

[clinking]

My God.

They're gold smugglers.

[speaking Cantonese]
Did your father tell you
about this?

Huh?

Hmm?

I don't believe it.

We were all robbed
because of a couple

of damn Chinese
smugglers.

-He'll be back.
-What?

What are you
talking about?

Harlan.

He'll be coming
back tonight.

His men are dead.

He's got plenty
more where they
came from.

He's after that gold,

and he's not
gonna let it go.

-Especially now.
-So you know
this Harlan?

We both grew up
around these parts.

He and his crew
have been wanted for
robbery and murder

in Carson City ever
since the train robbery
a few years back.

Doesn't usually
operate so close
to his base.

Well, I guess all
that gold was a good
enough reason.

If he comes back,
we just give
it to him.

That's not gonna work.
We killed his men.

We didn't
kill anybody.

It was these
damn coolies.

Let him take it
up with them.

You don't know
Harlan French.

You saw the way
he killed that cowboy.

He didn't give it
a second thought.

Now, he'll be back
with an army,

and they won't leave
anyone standing.

Come on.
We're leaving
right now.

-We'll ride to
the next town.
-On what?

Harlan cut loose
his men's horses
when he left.

Then we'll walk.

It's 30 miles
through the desert
to Mooney Flat.

-You won't make it.
-We'll leave the gold
here for them to find it,

and we'll hide out
in the desert.

There is
nowhere to hide.

Look, you don't
understand.

This is
his territory,

and he knows
every inch of it.

We're gonna
have to fight.

We can't fight
a bunch of outlaws.

The Father is right.

We may not be
able to survive
a night out there,

but we can
take our chances
on a few hours.

We leave the gold
here for them,

and we find
a place to hide

until they've
come and gone.

If I were Mr. French,

I'd consider the
night a success

and not waste my time
hunting down a group
of strangers.

It's our best chance.

That would
be a great plan,
if it were your gold.

But it's not.

So it isn't.

[speaking Cantonese]
What the fuck?

Lord, have mercy.
You speak English.

We're not
leaving the gold.

-[both speaking Cantonese]
-Um, when the hell did you
learn to speak Duck?

It's a long story.

You have to tell me sometime.

Listen, that gold
is the reason
we're in this mess.

And it's
our way out.

As far as
I'm concerned,

there's nothing
left to discuss.

I guess it's
settled then.

Damn right,
it's settled.

So all you gotta do
is come over here
and take it from me.

-You got a plan?
-I do.

The plan is,
we get the fuck
out of here.

No, no way.
She said it's 30 miles
to Mooney Flat.

Rather take my
chances out there

than spend any
more time with
these whining ducks.

-You with me?
-[sucks teeth]
I'm with you.

You can't
just leave us.

If Harlan shows up here
and you're gone...

He'll kill us all.

You can leave,
same as us.

I already told you,
there's nowhere to go.

Ah.

Then I guess
it'd be a short trip
for all of us.

[gun cocking]

[speaking Cantonese]
You brought death to my house.

If you were a real man,
you'd stay and fight.

Put down the gun.

You think you can
pull that trigger
before I pull mine?

I don't care.

I gave everything
I had to this place.

This is my home.
This is where I'll die.
Sooner or later.

You'll die tonight.

Well, at least
I got something,

and someone
to die for.

[foreboding music]

What do you have?

[clicking]

[sighing]

[dog barks]

[distant howl]

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic
western music]

There is a river
whose streams make
glad the city of God,

the holy place where
the Most High dwells...

Anything?

You should go.

Take the gold
back to Father Jun.

This isn't
your fight.

It's not
yours either.

Kind of feels
like it is.

Not gonna lie...

I thought
about leaving.

Hmm.
You're still here.

Well, like
I told you before...

I don't belong
anywhere.

Other than Father Jun,
I have no family.

But if I had
a brother...

I'd like to think
that I'm the
kind of brother...

who'd stay and
scrap with him.

You get me?

I get you.

But if
we're brothers,

you're gonna tell
me how you can
talk like a duck.

[chuckles]

My grandfather
was American.

[chuckles]
No shit.

You're half duck?

A quarter.

Maybe you could
keep that between us?

That won't
be a problem.

Since we're probably
gonna die here.

-Yeah, I guess so.
-Damn.

I was kind of hoping
you'd say something

a little bit
more optimistic.

[Young Jun sighs]

At least my father
will feel guilty

for getting us diced
over this shit.

So, you know...
there's that.

[Billie]
It's stickin'.

-So...
-You believe that?

True love, huh?

I love you.

[Young Jun] That
would never happen
in San Francisco.

Okay, if I'm gonna
die tonight,

then I got
some business to
take care of.

I thought you
did that already.

Have you met me?

[chuckles]

[melancholy music]

You... come.

[sighs]

Young Jun.

Wankeia.

Wankeia.

[heavy breathing]

Just go with
the girl, Young Jun.

Just go with
the fucking girl.

[clinking]

Father?

You think you
might see fit to...

bless this little
enterprise of ours?

May the devil cut
the fucking toes

off our fucking foes...

So that we may
know them...

by their limping.

Amen.

[ominous music]

-Amen.
-Amen.

[crashing]

You the welcoming
committee?

Everyone else is
upstairs, I guess?

[whistles]

Come out, come out.

Wherever you are.

Not to put too fine
a point on it,

but unless you all
come out right now,

I'm gonna paint
the wall with this
Chinese fella's brains.

I don't care what
kind of circus kicks
you can do.

I haven't met
a man who can

dodge a shotgun
blast point blank
to the face.

Wanna get your
head blown off?

Not particularly, no.

[chuckles]

I had a feeling
you understood me.

I could see it
in those slanty
little eyes.

Seeing as how
you're so smart,

I take it you've
done the math here?

There's no way
out of this for you.

Except maybe
through my
good graces.

-Get up.
-Just kill him
already, Harlan.

Easy there, Lem.

Clearly, our quick
return has been
anticipated.

My guess is this one
and his buddy

already hid that gold
real good by now.

But you're gonna
take me right to it.

Aren't you, friend?

Absolutely.

[gun clicks]

Good boy.

Just as soon as you
let the rest of us

ride off on some
of your horses, hmm?

Hmm.

Now, I could
agree to that...

But we both know
that would be a lie,
wouldn't it?

-Yeah, I guess so.
-[chuckles]
Then why even ask?

Well, this is
a negotiation.

That was my
opening bid.

[chuckles]
"Negotiation"?

[laughing]

You hear that, boys?

[laughter]

This is no
fucking negotiation.

See, in order
to negotiate...

You need to
have yourself
some leverage.

But I do.

Yeah? What's that?

If you leave now,

I won't kill you.

[chuckles]

[laughter]

[grunts]

[men exclaiming]

-[gunshot blasts]
-[grunts]

[blade slicing]

[grunting
and groaning]

[gunshot cracks]

[gunfire booming]

[grunting]

[gunfire blasting]

[rock music]

[gunfire roaring]

[cracking]

[gunfire ricochets]

-You motherfucker!
-[grunts]

[both grunting]

[gunshot blasts]

[gunfire booming]

[both grunting]

Got you, you fucker.

We all have
our secrets.

[gunfire blasting]

Shepherd.

Shepherd!

[grunts, shouts]

[gunshot blasts]

[both grunting]

[groaning]

[moans, groaning]

[all grunting]

[both grunting
and groaning]

-[blade swooshes]
-[both grunting]

[both grunting]

[crashing]

[both grunting]

[moaning]

Get off of me.

[thudding]

[groaning]

[both grunting]

[yelling]

-[slicing]
-[grunts]

[gunfire booming]

[both grunting]

[thudding]

[grunting]

-[grunts]
-[cracking]

[heavy breathing]

[gun cocks,
music stops]

[gunshot roars]

[thud]

[crashing]

[rock music chord]

[horse whinnies]

[Billie] You sure you
don't wanna wait
for the next coach?

Uh, unless two
coaches are coming,

I think it's
better this way.

You saved their lives.

That was yesterday.

Today, they're white,
and we're yellow again.

[horse chuffing]

-Sorry about the mess.
-[Billie] Ah, it's fine.

We've already
sent word to
the Marshals.

We'll be able to
collect the rewards
on Harlan

and some of his men
and get the place
fixed up real nice.

And these are
real good horses.

They'll get you
to Mooney Flat,
no problem.

You can hire
your own coach
from there.

Thank you.

Get back safely.

And when you do,

I hope you
find something
worth fighting for.

[dramatic music]

I'd ask you to
come back and
visit us again,

but... I'm not sure
I'd mean that.

-[chuckles]
-[Lu] Cover
your heads.

In about an hour,

that sun's gonna
be spitting heat
down on you.

[spaghetti
western music]

[both click tongues]

THE END

[Cantonese hip-hop music]

[singing in Cantonese]

♪ Chops
I'm Jason Cho ♪

♪ Go East ♪

♪ Back in the saddle
took the path
less traveled ♪

♪ No road, no trail,
no cobblestones ♪

♪ No rocks, no gravel ♪

♪ Being stopped
at the border ♪

♪ Is nothing
new to us ♪

♪ Ever since
1882 they been
excluding us ♪

♪ They livin' high
off the hog ♪

♪ We never get
the bacon ♪

♪ So we create
the Netherland
associations ♪

♪ Makin' trouble,
brother ♪

♪ I take it straight
to the jugular ♪

♪ Peacemaker,
lay you on ♪

♪ The sheets
like a comforter ♪

♪ We ain't gonna
stop till ♪

♪ Our people are
done countin' ♪

♪ Speaking from
the peak on the top ♪

♪ Of the Gold Mountain ♪

♪ Just a couple brothers
from the East ♪

♪ About to
be unleashed
on these beats ♪

♪ You know
we goin' full beast ♪

♪ When it's time
to kill the track ♪

♪ Throw the
body in a bag,
get a Priest ♪

♪ Brother, go East ♪

♪ Go East ♪

♪ Go East,
go East ♪

[rapping in Cantonese]

♪ If you got a problem
ain't no problem ♪

♪ Come and get me ♪

[rapping in Cantonese]

♪ Yeah ♪

[rapping in Cantonese]

♪ Where the body ♪

[rapping in Cantonese]

♪ You wearin' a piece
tell you to rest peaceful ♪

♪ Peace, dude
yeah ♪

♪ Whole lotta tong ♪

♪ Yeah hang like
a hole in a gong ♪

♪ Yeah, bang
while we smoke ♪

♪ One that's strong
and the only thing ♪

♪ I follow is the code
and my moms ♪

[engine revs]