All language subtitles for Warrior_S01E06_Chewed Up, Spit Out, and Stepped On.English (CC)

[engine revs]

[dramatic
percussive music]

[overlapping shouting]

[cheering, chattering]

[both panting,
moaning]

[chatter, shouting]

[fireworks crackling]

[fireworks whistling]

[tense music]

[fireworks snapping]

Do you barbecue
your pets in
Savannah, too?

What's that?

[firework explodes]

They put cats
and dogs in those.

-This is pig.
-You sure about that?

Yeah, I grew
up on a farm.

I know the
taste of pig.

Besides, think no one
in America ever ate dog

-when they had to?
-Well, if they did,

-then they didn't like it.
-I wouldn't be so sure.

[fireworks crackling]

Fucking hell.

[both panting,
moaning]

[cheering, chatter]

[fireworks crackling]

-[women laughing]
-Oh, my.

It's quite loud,
isn't it?

Ah, that sound is
to scare off Nian,

the demon of
the mountain.

In Chinese legend,
he come down
from his cave

on New Year's Day
to eat the children!

-[all laughing]
-Oh, my!

Oh, hello. Come on.
Okay, love.

[both panting,
moaning]

[muffled cheering]

[cheering]

[both moaning,
panting]

Come! Come along!

You should see this!

[both moaning]

[both moaning]

[fireworks crackling]

-[both grunt]
-Bill.

Hey!

[both moaning]

-Bolo!
-[both moaning]

[crowd screaming]

[high-pitched
ringing]

[muffled panting]

[weeping]

[indistinct shouting]

[shouting, coughing]

[suspenseful music]

[panting]

[gasps]

[straining]

[coughing]

[yelping]

[overlapping chatter,
shouting]

He's breathing!

Get a doctor!

Go get a doctor!
He's breathing!

[dramatic spaghetti
western music]

[blade swishes]

This was about
five years ago.

There was this guy
a few towns over.

Everyone said
he was the one
to beat, so...

I went over there
with some friends
and challenged him.

We did that all the time,
no big deal, but...

In the middle
of the fight,
I hit him...

not even that
hard, really.

But he lost
his balance...

hit his head
on the ground.

Never got up.

It was an accident.

Didn't make him
any less dead.

Turns out his father
was this local warlord.

Sun Yang.

I had no idea.

Anyway, Sun Yang
threatened to kill me...

and take my
father's farm.

And he would
have, but...

my sister, Xiaojing,
she offered
to marry him.

-Oh, my God.
-She gave up her life

and married the old
man to save me.

Guess it never
occurred to me that
she was the one

that needed
to be saved.

[sighs] Well,
it sounds like,
in the end,

she was perfectly
capable of
saving herself.

[mellow music]

We can do that,
you know.

Women.

Save ourselves.

[sighs]

I need to go.

I know.

And then Jimmy says,
"It wasn't me, miss.

-It was the horse."
-That's awful!

[both laughing]

Big Bill, what the hell
happened to you?

Oh, my God,
is that blood?

Trouble at
the parade.

Couple of chink
outlaws got a hold
of some TNT.

Jesus Christ.
Was anyone hurt?

[tense music]

-It was a mess.
-Damn Chinese.

Bunch of savages,
if you ask me.

This Chinatown squad
will be the end of him.

I keep telling him
to find something
more suitable.

[baby fussing]

Mr. Damon's
just moved back
into town.

-[fussing continues]
-He works in
private security.

Better hours,
better pay.

So I hear.

It's not for everyone.

Well, I guess
you're not
looking for work.

So what can
I do for you?

I'm working a case.

I was hoping
you could give me
your expert opinion.

It's a sensitive
matter.

It's no problem.

I'll leave you
gentlemen to it.

-[baby fussing]
-Very nice to see you
again, Mr. Damon.

The pleasure
was all mine.

Honestly, Bill,
how's a poor
sod like you

end up with a fine
lass like that?

You're in my fucking
house, Damon.

Just a neighborly
drop-in to remind a man

to deliver on
his obligations.

You do intend to
deliver, don't you?

You're on
my property.

No one would bat
an eye if I was to
put you down.

Wouldn't change
anything.

A debt's a debt.

I'm just the
messenger.

-Damon, listen--
-No, you listen.

You don't
give me orders
anymore, Bill.

Your three
weeks are up.

You either have it...

or the White
Mountain awaits.

I have your
fucking money.

Well, all's well
that ends well, then.

I'll just count it
and be on my way.

Not here.

I'll meet you
at the Banshee
tomorrow night.

[cane knocking
on floor]

10:00 p.m.

And if I were you...

I'd make damn sure
I didn't forget
to show up.

Have a wonderful
evening, Bill.

Maybe give that
lovely wife of yours
a poke for me.

[breathing heavily]

How is he?

The old guy's taken
more licks than
anyone I know.

He's given
his share too.

[laughs softly]
Yeah.

We're living
proof of that.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

What are you
sorry for?

You weren't
even there.

Fucking dog cunts.

Lit him up like
firecrackers in front
of everyone.

You see who it was?

From the ink
on their faces,

Fung Hai, I think.

I just don't
know why.

Then let's go find
someone who does.

[door thuds]

Young Jun, Ah Sahm.

I wasn't
expecting you.

How is your father?

He'd be doing
a whole lot better

if some fuckers
hadn't blown him up.

Can I offer you
something to drink?

Why did the Fung
Hai attack us?

Why do you think
I would know
anything about that?

Because I'll blow
your fucking head off
if you don't.

[suspenseful music]

You want my help?

Put that fucking
gun away.

[door creaks]

[indistinct chatter]

What's all this?

I'm just trying to make
sense of what happened
out there yesterday.

Some angry
chinks killed an
American woman

and damn near
lit us up in
the process.

In case you
missed it.

Yeah, well,
I thought maybe
I'd do a little bit

of police work
seeing as I was
sitting at my desk.

Mm. I thought
we talked about that.

Yeah, you
talked about it.

Guess I didn't listen.

Hop Wei territory
is here.

Far as I can tell,
they got the lock
on the opium trade.

This section here is
Long Zii territory.

-How do you
know all this?
-Because I asked.

If I had to guess,
I'd say the Long Zii

are looking for
their piece of the
opium business.

The Hop Wei won't
give up the tar business
without a fight.

Right. But here's
the part I can't
quite figure.

The man I chased
who planted the bomb
ran this way.

If I'm a Long Zii
hatchet man

and I just attacked
the Hop Wei on
their territory,

I'm running home
faster'n a prairie fire
with a tail wind.

That fast, huh?

Well, maybe they
got lost, Lee.

Maybe the
slant-eyed fucks

couldn't see through
all the damn smoke.

Or maybe they
weren't Long Zii.

Maybe there's another
tong involved.

To which I humbly say,
"Who gives a shit?"

The assassins' route
led me this way--

The assassins?
So, it's a
conspiracy now?

This is Fung
Hai territory.

[tense music]

You know anything
about them?

Wild guess,
they carry diseases

-and sharp
implements of death?
-Bill.

The Fung Hai are
a different breed.

The locals say
they're descendants

of Genghis
Kahn himself,

the most savage
of the tongs, Bill.

And if they're fixing
to go to war--

Listen, I appreciate
your pretty
little map there

and your
fancy theories,

but calling
these highbinders

by a different name
doesn't change a thing.

A chink is a chink.

A criminal
is a criminal.

And if they
wanna start killing
each other

in greater numbers,
that's just
less of them

-we have to deal with.
-We just had
a bomb go off

on the streets
of our city.

Innocent people
are dead.

We ought
to do something,
don't you think?

All right.

I'll give it
some thought.

But right now,
I need you to apply
your talents elsewhere.

What's this?

It's a shotgun, Lee.

I want you to take it
and sit outside
my house tonight.

There's an old rocker
on the porch.

It'll give you views
up and down the street.

You stay there
until I get back.

And who am
I lookin' for?

You'll know him
if you see him.

What's goin' on, Bill?

Just do this
for me. Please.

I'll be back
before dawn.

And if not?

Well, then, um...

I guess you'll get
a promotion.

[tense music]

Fuck speeches.

Fuck playing nice!

The Fung Hai tried
to dice my dad

in our own
damn bowl!

They need to
pay tonight!

The Fung Hai
have always kept
to their territory.

Why would they
attack us without
provocation?

'Cause they made
a deal to be extra muscle
for the Long Zii.

That's absurd.
Who told you that?

A reliable source.

And the last thing
we need is for those
mongy bastards

to think that
they can breathe
the same air as us.

We're gonna
put them down

and send a message
to Long Zii at
the same time.

You're talking about
starting a war.

Look around.
The war's already
started.

They drew
first blood.

Anything short of
burning them down

is just us showing
our bellies.

I know you're angry.
We all are.

But now is the
time for careful
consideration,

not an emotional
reaction.

I'm just not sure
Father Jun would
approve of such--

This is Young
Jun's call.

He wants us
to scrap,

we scrap.

[dramatic
percussive music]

Damn right,
we scrap.

You sure you
wanna do this?

[exhales]

You think I'm
making a mistake?

[indistinct
background chatter]

Doesn't matter
what I think.

You're my brother,

and you're the acting
head of the tong.

I got your back.

Until you fuck it up,
of course.

Then it's every
onion for himself.

[scoffs]

[background chatter]

Best not to keep
the senator waiting
any longer, sir.

Afternoon, Sam.
Enjoy your lunch.

Senator Crestwood,
welcome to San Francisco.

I'm sorry we kept
you waiting.

We weren't
expecting you.

I guess the past few
days have been full
of surprises for you.

You're, uh...

you're talking
about Chinatown.

That's all anyone's
talking about.

They're blowing
each other up
now, is that it?

I suppose we're to
blame for teaching
them demolition

-on the railroads.
-[chuckles]

-Drink, gentlemen?
-Whiskey, please.

-Neat. Thank you.
-Right away, sir.

I assure you,
what happened
yesterday

was an isolated
incident.

Prostitution. Opium.

Gang wars.
The murder of
two Irishmen

whose killer
walks free,

and now they're
setting up dynamite
in public squares?

I hear there were some
legitimate citizens

-hurt in the blast.
-One fatality, sir.

There were
three more injured.

A tragedy,
we can all agree.

And they will
pay for it.

My office is
aggressively targeting

the criminal elements
in Chinatown.

I've recently formed
a new police squad

dedicated solely
to that purpose,

some of my best men.

Men who could
all be put to better
use, I imagine,

for the citizens
of San Francisco.

The Chinese have
depleted their
own resources,

and now they're
swarming across the
ocean to deplete ours.

We need to put an end
to this immigration.

I'm sure you know
I had a hand in drafting
the Exclusion Act.

But there's strong
opposition not only
from Congress,

but from President
Hayes himself,

which is why I intend
to run for president.

I see.

It will not look
good for me

if American citizens
are being slaughtered
in my own state.

We'll redouble
our efforts.

You have
my full support.

Gentlemen.

A rising tide lifts
all ships, Blake.

I hope I can
count on you.

To do what exactly?

What needs
to be done.

Mr. Buckley,
will you escort me
to my carriage?

With pleasure,
Senator.

-You've been busy,
Mr. Buckley.
-As promised.

This... is
political gold.

Feeds my
platform perfectly.

Soon enough,
you'll be applying
those talents

-with me in D.C.
-I'm counting
on it, Senator.

In the meantime,
keep that one on
a short leash.

I will, sir.

[overlapping chatter]

[loud thump]

[chatter dies down]

[ominous music]

Happy fuckin'
new year.

[bodies thud]

[hisses, grunts]

[men grunting,
blows landing]

[dramatic music]

[both grunting]

[man yelling]

[yells]

[both yell]

[knives clanging]

-[bottle clatters]
-Ah!

[wheezing, gagging]

Ah!

This is for
my father.

-[grunts]
-[body thuds]

-Yah!
-[skull crunches]

[growls]

You had that
the whole time?

[distant clanging]

[slurps]

Goddamn, Bolo.

[chuckles]

[lively
string music]

On your tab, Bill?

[overlapping
chatter, music]

That's two drinks
you bought
me now, Bill.

A man might suspect
there's an ask

-hidin' beneath
all that foam.
-[chuckling]

I need you to
talk to Jack
Damon for me.

I owe him
some money.

Jesus, Bill. Even
a blind dog learns
after a few beatin's.

How much
do ya owe?

I can scrape
it together.

I just need a few
more days, please.

-He'll be here soon.
-Swingin' his stick,
no doubt.

He respects you.
He'll listen.

I'm not vouching
for you, Bill.

God knows
you're a bad bet.

[music continues]

[sighs]

I should never have
let him stake me.

A white man working
for the chinks,

I don't know
what I was thinking.

What the fuck
you talkin' about?

I just said,

I should have never
taken Damon's marker.

I heard your
fuckin' words, Bill,

just as you
fuckin' intended.

I'm askin' for
fuckin' specifics.

-Damon's in the employ
of the fuckin' slopes?
-Yeah.

Over at the
Fung Hai casino.

I assumed you knew.

Did not
fuckin' know.

Which is why
Damon can still
hold his prick

when he pisses.

Fuckin' gobshite.

[overlapping chatter]

The people
are anxious.

They should be.

This attack on
Father Jun was
unprecedented.

Until we know
who did it,

we have to assume
we're all targets.

[indistinct chatter]

-Yah! Yah!
-[horse neighs]

[men shouting]

[dramatic music]

He's Fung Hai.

[sighs] Mai Ling.

What did you do?

[hinges squeaking]

Fifteen years
married to a cop,

I should know better
than to startle
a man with a gun.

Evenin', Mrs. O'Hara.

You've been out
here a while.

I figured you
might be hungry.

Uh... you
shouldn't have.

Since you went to
the trouble...

thank you.

[chuckles]

This is the part
where you tell me

what you're
doing on my porch
with a shotgun.

Oh.

Just precaution.

Bill and I
have been

chasing after some
pretty nasty men.

He asked if I'd
keep an eye while
he worked late.

I like you, Lee.
You're sweet.

-You've got
good manners.
-Thank you.

But you're gonna
have to work
on the lying.

-Ma'am--
-Stick with Bill.

I'm sure you'll get
the hang of it.

Thank you.
For the sandwich.

It's delicious.

See? You're getting
better already.

[chuckles]

[solemn music]

I'll be honest, Bill.

I didn't think you'd
have the money.

He doesn't.

It's mine.

Leary.

Bailin' out
degenerate gamblers,
now are ya?

Thought you were
smarter than that.

And I thought you had
some Irish pride.

What happened?

You cash it in
along with
your badge?

Irishmen
need to eat,

just like
everyone else.

The Fung Hai
make sure I don't
go hungry,

which is more'n
I can say for you
and your workingmen.

You think your father
would be proud to
see ya now, huh?

Lappin' up chink
scraps and preyin'
on your own kind?

My father died
a penniless drunk,

in this fuckin' bar,
by the way,

with nothing but
the shirt on his back

and the shit
in his britches.

You'll forgive me
if I don't concern
myself too much

with his opinion.

[tense music]

This isn't gonna end well
for you, Bill.

You got bigger
concerns, Jack.

The fuck you
talkin' about?

I'm talkin' about
goin' two rounds
with me.

A chance to
regain your honor
as an Irishman.

Stay on your feet
for two rounds,

and I'll let you walk
outta here a new man,
cash in hand.

Resurrected like
Jesus Christ himself.

Guess I can't say no,
now, can I?

Mm-mm.

[tense music]

Do you wanna
dance...

or just take
a beatin' like your
mom used to?

[intense music]

Ah!

Ugh! Ah!

[growls]

[softly] Attaboy!

[both grunting]

You look
thirsty, Damon.

Would you like
some water?

[spits]

-Somebody get this
poor bastard a drink.
-[coughing]

-[man] Here ya are,
Mr. Leary.
-[Damon coughs]

Feels like
a round to me.

-You keepin' time
over there, Bill?
-[Damon grunts]

[glass shattering]

[intense music]

Ugh!

What's the
matter, Damon?

No more jokes
about me mother?

[blows, spits]

Your mother was
a germ-ridden cunt.

I wouldn't fuck her
with my stick.

[both grunting]

Ah!

Leary!

[grunting]

-Stop!
-[blows landing]

[grunting,
breathing heavily]

Leary, stop!

You're gonna
kill him!

Ah!

[panting]

No, Bill.
[panting]

You're gonna
kill him.

[gurgling, gasping]

Get in the
fuckin' ring, Bill.

I can't.
You can't ask me
to do that.

If you don't
kill him,

we'll drop him off
with the chinks.

They'll stitch
him up,

give him their
fuckin' herbs.

And when he's good
and rested,

with a face like
a leper and a head
full of revenge,

what do you think
he's gonna do?

You think he's gonna
come after the man
that broke him?

No.

He's gonna come
lookin' for you.

Your wife.

[whispers]
Your wee ones.

You asked for my help,
and I gave it to ya.

But if you let him
leave this ring,

you are on your own.

[breathing heavily]

Come on, boys.

Let's give the man
some privacy.

See if he can
locate his balls.

[gagging, gurgling]

[gurgling continues]

[whispers]
Please, Bill.

[wheezes] D-don't...

[crying softly]

[whispers] Don't.

Please... don't.

I won't come for you.

I swear.

Please, Bill...
[crying]

[coughing]

Bless you-- Ah!

[wheezing, gagging]

Ah!

[grunts]

Ugh!

[body crunches,
wet splattering]

[soft music]

[gasping]

[spits]

[wind chimes
jingle softly]

I don't know why
you agreed to meet
with the old man.

We should be
burning down his
house right now.

You can't
negotiate peace

with your cock
between your legs.

And you can't go
to war if you don't
have the stones

to look your
enemy in the eyes.

[Long Zii's cane
taps softly]

Father Jun,
thank you for
receiving me.

I'm glad to see
no harm has
come to you.

It would take more
than a couple of Mongols
with firecrackers

-to put me on my ass.
-[chuckles]

I've known you
for a long time,
Long Zii.

Long enough to
know this wasn't
your doing.

It was my house
that betrayed you,

and it falls to me
to make things right.

The most important
thing now is peace.

I hope you'll forgive
this terrible
misunderstanding

and agree to
accept my offer to
renew the truce...

with penalties,
of course.

You and I, we crossed
the salt as young men,

couple of itchy
onions looking for
the gold mountain.

But the pale
fucks lied to us.

The gold wasn't
on the mountain,
it was under it.

And while the coolies
and the worms
broke their humps

building duck railroads
and mining duck ore,

we built empires
of our own.

I have no desire
for our houses
to go to war.

But you fucked up.

There can be no peace
until the Fung Hai
are dealt with.

Those are my terms.

[dramatic music]

Of course.

I will see to it
immediately.

Fuckers try to dice you,
you shake his hand?

Only to say
good-bye.

We won't be
seeing him again.

What did he say?

It doesn't matter
what he said.

They're going
to kill me.

[dramatic
percussive music]

[approaching footsteps]

You look
chewed up, spit out,
and stepped on.

Uh, that's better
than I feel.

But you made it home.

I made it home.

All right, then.

See ya at work.

What, that's it?

You're not gonna
ask me what happened?

Would you tell
me if I did?

That's what I thought.

Thank you, Lee.

[door hinges squeak]

[Lucy] Kids are up.
I could use a hand.

I just need to sleep,
just a few hours.

-How bad is
it this time?
-Everything's fine.

-I took care of it.
-Sure, that's why

there's an armed cop
sitting outside our
house all night.

-I said I took
care of it.
-[baby crying]

I remember
when that used to
mean somethin'!

[crying softly]

[dramatic
pop music]

[rapping in
foreign language]

[rapping continues
in foreign language]

[engine revs]