All language subtitles for Warrior_S02E01_Learn to Endure, or Hire a Bodyguard.English (CC)

[engine revs]

[man breathing
heavily]

[spits]

[rousing spaghetti
western music]

[crowd shouting
and cheering]

[growls]

[roars]

[crowd exclaims]

[shouting and
cheering continue]

[crowd exclaims]

[chokes]

[breathing heavily]

[fighter] Ready?
How do you want it?

-How do you want it?
-Yeah!

[man 1] Stomp
on his head!

[crowd shouting,
laughter]

[groans]

[overlapping shouting]

[man 2] You are fucking
dead, chink!

[growls]

[shouts]

[rock music]

[both roar]

[shouts]

[shouts]

-[crowd jeering]
-[man 3] Fuck!

[shouts]

[crowd booing]

Give us our
money back!

[jeering continues]

You had me worried
there for a second.

Well, uh,
he's a big guy.

-Not big enough.
-Not today, anyway.

Thank you.

You never count it.

I trust you.

I could make a mistake.

I get the feeling
you're not someone who
makes a lot of mistakes.

I could tell
you stories.

Bet you could.

Well...

What about you?

What are you doing
here, Ah Sahm?

Same as everyone else.

Everyone else
needs the money,
you don't.

The tongs take care
of their own.

So the question is,
what's a Chinatown
hatchet man doing

in a Barbary
Coast fight pit?

Hmm? What are
you looking for?

Just staying sharp.

Whenever you're ready
to change your answer,

I'm your girl.

Whatever it is,
I'm betting I can help.

Thanks.

I don't need
any help.

See you soon.

[dramatic spaghetti
western music]

[fighter shouts,
punch lands]

[solemn piano music]

Was that your wife?

Yes.

And my two boys.

Oh.

Ian and Daniel.

I-I'm so sorry.

How did it happen?

Smallpox.

Eight years ago.

We just moved out
here from New York
when it spread.

How awful.

They'd be young
men now.

[wind whistles softly]

What are you doing?

My father's buried
just up the hill,

and they refresh his
flowers twice a week,

and that's too many
flowers for any man,
don't you think?

I like to spread
them out around
the other graves.

I'm sure your father
would appreciate that.

Well, I'm working
under the general
assumption

that he would've
fucking hated it.

[chuckles]

You find that funny?

I just didn't know
proper women like
you swore like that.

Huh.

You don't strike
me as a man

who spends a lot
of time among
proper women.

You're quick to
judge, aren't you?

You're the one who
immediately decided
that I was proper.

So I did.

My apologies.

Apologies accepted.

Well, uh, I'll let
you get back
to your visit.

[clears throat]

[intimidating
western music]

What?

Thanks, kid.

I thought you were
done with the
Barbary Coast.

Ah...

I guess not.

You're not gonna
find what you're
looking for there.

You don't know
what I'm looking for.

You're looking
for weakness,

the flaw in your
technique that allowed
Li Yong to beat you.

Like I said,
you're not
gonna find it.

Well, sometimes
it's more about
the searching

and less about
what you find.

What does that mean?

I don't know.
I thought we were
just trading cliches.

Okay.

-No more cliches.
-Okay.

I saw these guys
at the fight.

They wore cut-off
queues on
their jackets.

They call themselves
teddy boys.
I've seen them.

Those queues
they wear are part
of their initiation.

You want to join,
a Chinese scalp
is your way in.

I was thinking
we should pay
them a visit.

Not now.
We've been too
active lately.

We leave 'em alone,
tomorrow they take
another Chinese scalp.

And if we keep
leaving a trail of
dead white people,

we'll become the
threat to ourselves
and Chinatown.

[grunts]

You asked for my help.

This isn't help.

This is just you
looking for
another fight.

Fight pits,
teddy boys...

you're looking to
win a fight that's
already over.

And we're
back to cliches.

[sighs]

You can come or not,
but I'm going back.

[tense music]

Tonight.

[sighs]

I'm going
back tonight.

And if I tell them
you didn't have
the money,

it'll be very
bad for you.

They're fucking
chinks, Bill.

They don't even
belong here.

They got no
fucking right.

You gambled,
and you lost.

They rigged it!

There's not an
honest table in
all of Chinatown.

But that didn't
stop you, though,
did it?

So what you gonna do?
Break my leg?

You're a fucking
highbinder now?

Whatever I do...

won't be as bad as
what they'll do to you.

I got no money, Bill.

Not a red
fucking cent.

What about that ring?

-This was my father's.
-Yeah?

And what would
he say now?

[tense music]

Listen...

I understand how
close you were
with your father.

Thank you.

So, when you
decided to run his
factory yourself,

I did my best
to be supportive.

And I appreciate that.

But now, the
mayor's wife has

a hundred coolies
working for her.

Do you understand
the position you're
putting me in?

A very good one with
the industrialists,
I should think.

They're very passionate
about Chinese labor.

I'm trying to
remain impartial.

And I'm trying to
save my business.

I know Lymon
Merriweather has made

a generous offer
to buy you out.

Mercer Steel is
my father's legacy.

So sell the
damn thing!

Use the proceeds
to start a--

[pleasantly]
Charity in his memory.

I'm sorry.
Am I interrupting?

Sophie. Yes.
And not a moment
too soon.

Good morning,
Mr. Mayor.

Sophie.

I've asked you
repeatedly to
call me Samuel.

Oh, I know.

It just feels
so wrong.

Sophie.

Fine. Samuel.

Will you please pass
the berries, Samuel?

If you'll excuse me.

Oh, we will, Samuel.

We'll pick this up
another time.

-Ladies.
-Samuel.

[chuckles softly]

[laughs]

Your husband has
the shape of a potato.

You should be
more respectful.

You're living
in his house.

Mm, I prefer to think
of it as your house.

Luckily, you can't
ship me off to
boarding school

like you did Nadine.

For the last time,
I didn't ship her off.

-She chose to go.
-I know.

Sorry.

I just-- I miss her.

-I do, too.
-[chuckles]

You know, I heard
from Mrs. Thornhill
the other day.

Her son, Spencer,
would like to
call on you.

Oh, really?

-Yes.
-[chuckling] No.

Apparently, he caught
sight of you somewhere

and hasn't stopped
talking about you.

He caught sight
of me at our
father's funeral.

And a man who
becomes infatuated

with a grieving woman
has issues that...

[laughing]
...I'm not interested
in unraveling.

You're impossible.

You manage to
disqualify every man
that comes your way.

I'm discerning.
You should try
it sometime.

I'm sorry.
That was a mean
thing to say.

I love you, but
I wish you'd stop

trying to take care
of me all the time.

Someone has to.

[scoffs, laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

[mysterious music]

Mai Ling,
we're honored.

Thank you.

What can I get you?

I see you have
a new batch of lemons.

Yes.

Just arrived this
morning from
Los Angeles.

[coughing heavily]

Your wife looks ill.

She needs to
see a doctor.

I told her that,
but...

she insists it
takes two of us
to run the store.

I'll take her
after we close.

[wheezing]

[hacking]

I'll take it all.

What?

All of it.
Everything in
the stand.

You take her
to see a doctor.

So you just show
up whenever
you feel like it,

they put you against
some other onion,
and you scrap?

-You should try
it sometime.
-[chuckles]

I'll leave that
kung fu shit to you.

Fighting without
knives doesn't
sound like a lot of fun.

Ah, it's not
meant to be fun.

-Well, then why
even bother?
-Ah...

Can you believe
this shit?

I can't believe
Father Jun just
agreed to this.

Walking around
like she owns
the fucking place.

[spits]

[tense music]

Come on. Let's go.

It's a delicate
situation,

what with her
father's passing.

But the mayor's wife
hiring coolie labor
is problematic.

Really, Buckley?

You think so?
What a brilliant
summation.

Why don't you go
negotiate with
my obstinate wife,

and I'll stand around
thinking up new
and exciting ways

to state the
painfully obvious.

If pressure at
home won't work,

perhaps the way
through is

to take a more powerful
public position.

Come down hard
on Chinese labor.

Let no one doubt
where you stand.

Won't that just
make me look

like even more
of a hypocrite?

At the risk of
stating the obvious,

I'm afraid that
ship has sailed.

Thanks to your wife, I mean.

In the meantime,

maybe I can bring
pressure to bear

on Mrs. Blake
from other fronts.

You mean
the workingmen?

I'll continue to
stoke that fire.

Or we could just
adjust her pricing

so that she can afford
to hire Irish labor

and be done with it.

And if the
press got wind

that you were
giving your wife
favorable pricing?

The last thing
you want to do now

is to invite
more scrutiny.

Might I remind you
that it was you

who pressured
Mercer into hiring

coolie labor to
begin with?

Yes, to protect you,
which I am still
trying to do.

You must know
that people
are whispering.

-Don't say it.
-A man who can't
control his wife--

[quietly] I said don't.

[footsteps
retreat and fade]

Very well, sir.

Mai Ling's
walking around

like the motherfucking
queen of Chinatown.

The Fung Hai
are all over us,

which never
would've happened

if we hadn't bent
over for them!

You're worried
too much about
public perception.

Don't concern yourself
with how things look.

Concern yourself
with how things are.

"How things are"
is we look weak!

And the other tongs
are gonna start
getting ideas.

The Hop Wei were
around before
Mai Ling got here.

It would take a lot
more than her
childish posturing

to damage
our reputation.

The Long Zii's alliance
with the Fung Hai
will be her undoing.

If she doesn't break
the treaty, they will.

And then...

we can strike with
the full support of
the Six Companies.

Fuck the
Six Companies.

They're not the ones
going to war with us.

Don't be an idiot.

You lose the
Six Companies,
you lose Chinatown.

-Get me?
-No! I don't get you!

At least she was
fucking Long Zii.

What's your excuse?

[tense music]

Something else
you want to say?

Solid gold,
a family heirloom.

You cold
motherfucker, Bill.

Listen...

I've done this thing
for you long enough.

Long enough?
For what?

I paid my debt.

[sighing] Oh.

This not debt.

-This your job.
-No, it's not.

I am a police officer,
for fuck's sake!

The mouth
pray to Buddha,
but the heart...

[clicks tongue]

The heart, Bill,
say something else.

What the fuck
does that mean?

It mean you
work for me.

No?

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

I had a feeling
I'd find you here.

The fruit.

It's Tomb-Sweeping Day.
I'm paying my respects
to our parents.

Oh.

[scoffs]

If they could
see us now.

-Ah Sahm.
-You tried to
have me diced.

I tried to save you.

I did everything
I could to keep you out
of that tournament.

And then you
ordered my death.

Hmm?

It's okay.
You made your choice.

-Now I've made mine.
-Oh, come on.

Father Jun's not
gonna live forever.

And Young Jun's
no boss.

So who's gonna
lead the Hop Wei?

What, you?

[music darkens]

If I have to.

I just hope you
realize you're backing
a losing side

before it's too late.

You know, you
should hear yourself
talk sometime.

You're always so...
[breathes deeply]

[quietly]
You're always so
damn superior.

Even when we were kids,
you were always so
sure you were right.

-Everyone else
was wrong.
-Not everyone.

-Just you.
-[sighs]

If you really think
I'm wrong,

why are you
here right now?

They tossed you out
like you were nothing.

Left you to rot,
and now you're wearing
their colors again.

Just think about it.

We could be on
the same side.

Hmm. [chuckles]

You mean your side.

Xiaojing?

You're gonna wish
you had killed me.

There's always
tomorrow.

[breathes deeply]

[sighs]

Sorry.

I didn't mean
to interrupt.

I was just admiring
your focus.

-[sighs] Thank you.
-Mm.

Young Jun can use
a bit of that focus.

He's too easily
riled up.

Ah, he's just looking
out for the tong.

-[clears throat]
-I don't doubt it.

I've been trying to
teach him patience
for years.

The teacher can
open the door,

but the student
must walk through it.

We haven't really
talked since you
returned to the tong.

[sighs] I know it
wasn't your idea to
bring me back.

Are you and I going
to have a problem?

No.

Good.

Keep an eye on
Young Jun for me.

As you know,

he can get a bit
too itchy for
his own good.

[building
percussive music]

[grunting
and shouting]

[shouts angrily]

[indistinct chatter]

[door creaks]

-You're home early.
-Well...

I wanted to give
you enough time
to cook this.

Steak? Again?

And why not?
[smooches]

-It's expensive
is why not.
-Oh.

Why shouldn't
my family have
the best?

And I have not been
to the tables,

if that's what
that look means.

-What look?
-You know damn
well what look.

Bet you came out
of the womb with
that look.

No. I hadn't met
you yet then, had I?

-[chuckles] Nice.
-[liquid pouring]

I got rid of a couple
of hooligans

who were loitering
around Quinn's
slaughterhouse last week.

Ever since,
the old man,
he likes to...

have me swing by
and check on him.

So... steak.

-Okay, then.
-[pan sizzling]

[man] She knew
I was lying through
my goddamn teeth.

I could tell.

She gets this look,

this fucking
crazed look,

when she knows
I'm talking
out my ass.

Evening, boys.

Evening, Mr. Leary.

Looks like
that lumber job's
working out

-for the lot of yous.
-Yes, it is.

Thank you.

Would you like
to join us?

Thanks for the offer,
but I have a prior
engagement.

I'll just collect
your dues and be
on my way.

Dues?

We just started
working last week.

And you've been paid,

which is more
than we can say

about a lot of other
people around here.

Today you're the
fortunate ones.

Tomorrow you might
be back on the lot
with everyone else.

Point is, we're all
in this together.

Aren't we?

[plates clatter]

[dark music]

Aren't we?

Yes.

We are.

Thank you.

Enjoy your dinner.

[indistinct chatter]

Sorry to keep
you waiting.

I have what
you asked for.

This is stable
enough to move?

As long as you
don't mess with
the blasting caps.

You were never here.

[echoing percussion]

[laughter]

[grunts, groans]

[indistinct chatter]

You come into
our country.

You take our jobs.

You rape our women
and children.

You bring all these
fucking diseases.

Yeah.

You got those
sneaky fucking eyes.

So, as a loyal
American,

I sentence you to
death by hanging.

-[shouts in Cantonese]
-Shut the fuck up!

[chokes, sobs]

Go, Petey.
Get him up there.

[teddy boys jeering,
man choking]

-God damn.
-Make him fly.

[laughter and
choking continue]

[blade swishes,
man grunts]

What the fuck?

[man coughs]

A girl?

[splutters]

[body thuds]

Who the fuck
are you?

She's with me.

Who the fuck
are you?

That's not important
right now.

[all shout]

[exciting music]

[whimpers]

Lai.

-[bone snaps]
-[shrieking]

[roars]

[panting]

[sustained
guitar chord]

[body thuds]

What?

[grunts]

[panting]

[groans]

[grunts]

[panting]

[person whistles]

[whimpers]

[screams]

[spaghetti
western music]

Hey, man.
What's up?

You didn't make it
home last night.

Fighting at that
boat again?

-Yeah.
-You win?

-You have to ask?
Really?
-[chuckles]

I'll have to come
see it sometime.

I paid a few onions
to go into one of
the Long Zii dens.

This is what
they're using.

[sniffs]
It's molasses.
So what?

I'm not worried
about what it is.

I'm worried about
what it isn't.

And it isn't
from China,

which means
the Long Zii are
paying less for it,

which explains
how they can
charge less,

which explains
why we're losing
customers.

You take this
to Father Jun?

Father Jun will
never stop ordering
from China.

He's too afraid
of pissing off
the Six Companies.

Well, that was
when we didn't
have to compete.

[sighs]

Now we do.

No shit.

Would he know?

What?

You're the one
who places the
orders, right?

We could set up
a local source.

Father Jun
doesn't have to
know about it.

He'll eventually
find out.

Well, you know
what I always say.

Better to ask for
forgiveness than
ask for permission.

We lost a lot of
chop by cutting
Mai Ling in.

We could offset
some of that if we
stopped importing.

[exhales deeply]

We'd need
a local source
we can trust.

[grunts]

[sniffs]

So we'll find one.

[suspenseful music]

Okay.

Okay.

Let's get
some breakfast.

I'm fucking starving.

Got some blood
on your face.

Oh.

-Here?
-Yeah.

-Huh?
-Yep.

There.

I don't think
it's mine.

[insects buzzing]

[gun clatters]

It just keeps getting
better and better,
doesn't it?

This is the
fifth time in as
many months,

and we've got fuck
all to show for it.

No wonder he feels
he can keep doing it.

It's not one
person...

at least not
this time.

These two here
were killed by
their own knives

and, by the looks of it,
put up quite a fight.

These other
three and the man
back there

were killed
by a sword.

There was more than
one attacker here.

For fuck's sake!

You're the one
who's been telling
me all this time

that we were
looking for one man.

Yeah, and now
I'm the one who's
telling you we're not!

What the hell
was that?

I have no idea.

I don't need
to remind you

about all the shit
I'm getting
from on high.

And believe me,
there's a lot of it.

And it all
rolls downhill.

If you and your squad
can't find me

at least one
fucking swordsman,

I'll get someone
who can.

We're doing
everything we can.

Well, do more of it.

And you get your
boy Lee in line!

The only thing he had
going for him was his
fucking manners,

and without those,
I can't think of a
single goddamn reason

to keep him around!

Go and sort that
cunt out, will you?

Right you are, Bill.

[indistinct chatter]

You want to tell me
what the hell that
was in there?

Multiple homicides?

Don't get cute.

Listen, you can't go
mouthing off to
Flannagan like that.

[sighing]
Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry.

You don't have
to apologize to me.

To be honest,
I enjoyed it.

-[chuckles]
-You still getting
the headaches?

Yeah.

And the laudanum's
not helping?

Uh, no.

It's been what,
two months?

What does
the doctor say?

He says there's a lot
we don't understand
about head injuries.

You think maybe
you should take
some time off?

I think maybe
we should go
talk to Chao.

We've talked
to Chao plenty!

And he's still
holding out on us.

The man is slicker
than a slop jar.

If he doesn't
want to talk,
he's not gonna talk.

Well, then I guess
the trick is to make
him want to.

[suspenseful music]

[man] Fellas, please.

Don't do this! No!

-[blows landing]
-[men screaming]

[chickens clucking]

[insects buzzing]

[Chao] Hey!

Hey! You can't do that!

Hey!

This bullshit, Bill.

How many time
Chao help you?

Now you wreck
my business?

Warned you, Chao.
I need a swordsman.

I told you
I don't have one.

-People are
dying, Chao!
-Hey!

Just give me
something I can use.

-I'm under a lot
of pressure here.
-[sighs]

Yes.

Yes, you under
a lot of pressure

from many
places, hmm?

What the fuck are
you talking about?

I hear things.

What things?

If I was you,
I wouldn't worry
about me.

Looks to me like
you have enough
problems of your own.

You let me know
when you're
ready to talk.

[retreating footsteps]

[grunts] Lee!

[dramatic music]

-[indistinct chatter]
-[machinery whirring]

Mr. Merriweather.

These visits are
starting to become

something of
a bad habit.

Byron was
a close friend.

The least I can
do is check up
on his daughter.

Mm.

You'd be more
convincing

if you didn't have
an ulterior motive.

Oh, on the contrary.

I wouldn't be
offering to buy
your company

if I didn't think
it was in your
best interests.

Ah, so you're
a philanthropist.

[chuckles]
Of course not.

I'm every bit as
interested in
profits as you are.

And with
a moderate
cash infusion

and a few
modifications,

this place
could be fabricating
steel girders

for my building
projects, hmm?

Yes. Well,
thank you.

But as you can see,
I'm just a little
too busy right now,

-so if you'll
excuse me--
-Mrs. Blake,

how long do you
think your husband
will continue

to indulge you here?

This isn't my
husband's business.
It's mine.

-You misunderstand me.
-No, you misunderstand me.

So I'm going to
speak very slowly
and clearly.

Mercer Steel
is not for sale.

It appears to me
that together--

-[door opens]
-That's it.
One step at a time.

-What happened?
-It was those
damn workingmen.

Five injured.
And a bunch
ran away.

We're gonna
be ten men short
for the day.

Find Claudia,
have her see to
the men's injuries.

Yes, ma'am.

You okay?

[breathes shakily]

No doubt, you've hired
a good security firm.

[laughter,
indistinct chatter]

Hey, Chao.

The itchy onion.

-You drinking?
-No, no.

I, uh, I went
by your place.

Well, I closed early.

What can
I do for you?

I need some
information.

I'll pay for it.

That much chop,
you're not paying
for information.

You're paying
for discretion.

Young Jun and I are
looking for a local
molasses source.

You mean Father Jun,
don't you?

'Cause changing
sources has political
ramifications.

Only Father Jun
can do that.

I mean Young Jun.

What the fuck
are you doing?

-Simple question, Chao.
-Listen...

I know Young Jun has
his daddy issues,

but you should
know better.

What's this
about, hmm?

Whatever it is,
let me give you
a piece of advice.

-And this
one is free.
-Okay. Yeah.

Get the fuck
over it...

before you bring
the whole damn
tong down with you.

[chuckles]

Thanks.

I'm keeping this to
forget we ever had
this conversation.

Of course you are.

[women giggling]

-Hello, Chao.
-Got a minute?

[raps table, sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Someone's in a mood.

This little
hobby of yours,

it's starting to
cause me some
real headaches.

My hobby?

One of these days,
you'll have to tell me

how it is you
seem to know
everyone's business.

I'm in the business
of everyone's business.

Well, it's annoying.

You know what
else is annoying?

Hmm?

Having the bulls
cart away
my inventory

and shut down
my fucking shop.

-Really?
-That's annoying.

I'm sorry, Chao.

"Sorry" isn't
gonna cover
my losses, is it?

You always seem to
find a way to land
on your feet.

Maybe this time,

I'll land on my feet
by turning in

this mysterious
swordsman

the bulls are
so eager to find.

[chuckles]
They'd never
believe it.

You'd never do that.

Don't overestimate
how much I'll suffer
to keep your secret.

I was thinking
I might need
to lay low

for a little
while anyway.

I think that'd be
a stellar idea.

-Some tea?
-Thank you.

[inhales deeply]

Speaking of secrets...

have you gone
to see yours?

[sighs gruffly]

Tomorrow.

[burlesque piano
music playing]

[cheers and applause]

[indistinct chatter]

[fiddle music playing]

[glass shatters,
music continues]

[patrons whistling]

[jaunty ragtime
music playing]

Oysters! Oysters!
Fresh oysters!

[kids shouting]

[indistinct chatter]

[dogs barking]

[dramatic rock
music building]

Good evening.

[crowd jeering]

[shouts]

[panting]

[both shout]

[panting]

[crowd shouting]

-Good fight.
-No, it was sloppy.

Should've finished
him sooner.

You finished him in
under three minutes.

No one here has
come close to that.

[grumbles softly]

Well, if this is
how you celebrate
your wins,

I'd hate to see
what happens
when you lose.

[scoffs]

I, uh...

I did lose.

Badly.

I had a feeling.

No one fights here
because things are
going great, right?

See you around.

Hey, Vega?

You said you might
be able to help me find
what I'm looking for.

I did say that,
didn't I?

[mysterious
rock music]

[woman] What can
I do you for?

He wants you, honey.

[horse chuffs]

Good evening.

[driver] Hyah!

[Li Yong]
You're worried
about Ah Sahm.

[Mai Ling]
You didn't see the way
he looked at me...

the hate in his eyes.

[Li Yong]
The Hop Wei won't
break the treaty.

Father Jun won't.

But what if he loses
his grip on the tong?

Ah Sahm can fight.

But he's not
like you.

He's not a leader.

When he first
got here,

I was so
furious with him

for thinking I was
still the sister
he remembered.

For thinking he
actually knew me.

I just never thought...

What?

Maybe I don't
know him either.

[solemn music]

We have to be
very careful.

[horse neighs
in the distance]

[distant shouting]

[building
electronic music]

[man rapping
in Cantonese]

And I am
made in China!

[engine revs]