All language subtitles for Warrior_S02E03_Not How We Do Business.English (CC)

[engine revs]

[ragged breathing]

[thuds]

[wild cheering
and applause]

[Rosalita] It's getting
harder for me to
make money on you.

The odds on you have
dropped to shit.

Unless you're willing
to throw one?

Yeah, I didn't
think so.

These men,

they're nowhere
close to a fighter
of your caliber.

If it's money
you're after,

I know a place
where the purse
is much bigger:

ten times what
you're pulling here.

Thanks, but I've
got a day job.

Best fighters from
all over the country.

If you're looking
to prove something
to yourself,

there's no better
place to do it.

You don't know me.

Stay and have
a drink with me.

I'm sure you have
plenty of company.

Then I guess you
don't know me either.

[speaking Spanish]
What are you doing here?

[speaking Spanish]
You better not be
doing business.

Take it easy, Miss Vega.

I'm only here
to enjoy the fights.

Yeah, right.

[Chao] Still taking on
all comers, I see.

Couldn't possibly
need the chop,

what with your new
molasses venture
with Happy Jack.

[scoffs]

Of course you
know about that.

Although if
you ask me,

I don't see any
version of that
ending well.

Well, I didn't...

ask you.

No, I guess
you didn't.

I offered it only
to demonstrate
you're not as good

at keeping
your secrets as
you may think.

For a guy with as
many secrets as you.

Sorry, what are you
talking about?

I'm talking
about Mai Ling,

your obsession with
taking her down

and her
interest in you.

Now you've lost me.

When you got arrested
a few months ago,

it was Mai Ling who
paid me to secure
your passage home.

And now you're
risking everything
to destroy her.

So that got
me thinking.

Who is she to you?

What's your
game, Chao?

No game.

I just like knowing.

[scoffs] Yeah?

What do you know?

What I know is,
before it's done,

this thing
between you two,

this secret war,
whatever it is...

we're all gonna
suffer for it.

[dramatic spaghetti
western music]

[blade swishes]

[crowd chattering,
laughing]

[sticks tapping]

Mai Ling!

This is a rare treat.

If I knew you
were coming,

I might have
cleaned up the place.

I wouldn't want
to put you out.

Move.

So...

What brings you
to this neck
of the woods?

Well, you
can pay me,
for starters.

Based on the
opium receipts,

you were short
this month.

About $70.

I charged you a
small service fee.

For what, exactly?

Suey Sing were
embarrassing you.
I took care of it.

I didn't ask you
to do that.

Well, you
didn't have to.

That's what
makes me such a
valuable partner.

[chuckles]

I expect the money
you owe me by
the end of the day.

And the next time
you go against
another tong

without
consulting me,

I'll consider you
in breach of
our agreement.

And you'll find
yourself out of the
opium business

just as quickly
as I put you in it.

[low,
brooding music]

Are we clear?

Sure.

Let's drink on it.

[slurps]

[smacks lips]

Mare's milk.

It's not for everyone.

[crowd murmurs,
laughs]

[ladle clangs]

[gasps]

[crowd chattering]

[man continues
gasping]

Be grateful
for your pain.

Means you're
still alive.

[crowd chattering]

Tongs, Penny?

This is
beyond the pale,
even for you.

You made it
perfectly clear
the other day

there would
be no help
from City Hall.

My men were
being attacked.

Factories are
being firebombed.

There are larger
things at stake than
this damn factory!

Not for me!

I did what
I had to do.

Then I'm sure
you'll understand

when I do what
I have to do.

Are you threatening
me, Samuel?

If those thugs
aren't gone
by tomorrow,

you will leave me
no choice but to pull
the city contract,

once and for all.

Get rid of them!

[door slams]

Good day,
Mrs. Blake.

Your half of
the monthly rent
on our properties.

Something is wrong?

The police came to
see me at my office
the other day.

They had a lot
of questions

about Timmons
and McCormick.

I managed to put
them off, but...

what if they
come back?

You remember
name of police?

Yeah. One was...

Lee. Officer Lee.

-The other
was a sergeant.
-O'Hara, yes?

Sergeant Bill O'Hara.

That's right.

You no have to
worry about them.

They not be problem.

-How can you
be so sure?
-Please.

You must trust.

I still have
nightmares about
that night.

-I did for you.
-[ragged breathing]

To protect you.

I always
protect partner.

You were protecting
your own interests.

Yes.

This American
way, no?

[scoffs]

Look at me.

I never hurt you.

[ominous music]

I should get
back to work.

[crowd chattering]

Need something,
Officer?

-Exercise.
-[glass shatters]

[men screaming,
grunting]

[gunshot,
man screams]

[whimpering, panting]

[gun clicks]

[Abigail]
You made your point.

Just take it
and go.

Do you have any
idea where he
might be, ma'am?

I went by his site.

His foreman said
he didn't come in
to work this morning.

Edgar didn't come
home last night.

To tell you
the truth,

I never know
when to expect
him anymore.

[O'Hara] Hmm.

Is he in some
kind of trouble?

No, Mrs. Kellerman.

Well, that is,
uh, this isn't
a police matter.

You're collecting,
for the casino.

See to your sister.

Edgar owes $40,

and the interest
is accruing.

So, ma'am, anything
you can give me
in payment, uh--

What the hell
are you doing?

If you can see your
way to giving us just
a little more time...

-Now, cover yourself.
-I made Mr. Damon
very happy.

-I'll make you happy, too.
-Nah, you misunderstand
me, Miss.

-Do I?
-No. Keep your
fucking dress on!

What the hell do
you take me for?

I take you for a cop
owned by the Chinese.

I'll be back
tomorrow.

Tell Edgar to have
the damn money,

or it's out of
my hands.

[sighs]

[distant chatter]

-What's this?
-End of week.

Payday,

plus little extra

for poker tables.

Put it toward Edgar
Kellerman's debt.

Not how we
do business.

Well, then, shove
it up your arse.

I'm done.
I mean it this time.

We see.

Fuck you.

I've more than
paid my debt.

I'm finished,

with you,
with all of this.

Not how we do
business, Bill.

Well, we're not
doing business, Zing.

Get it through
that thick yellow
skull of yours.

I am done.

And if you or your
men ever come
near me again,

you so much as look
in my direction,

I'll bring the
full fucking force

of the San Francisco
Police Department

down on the Fung Hai.

Do you understand?

I don't see how
you do it, Nellie,

walking into a ghastly
place like that

with barely
any protection.

Well, thankfully
I have friends
in high places

who understand
the importance
of the work.

It's the least
we can do, Nellie,

considering your
generous contributions

to this city's cultural
and political life.

Personally,
I'd prefer to see
you married again.

There, I said it.

Don't you
want someone

to share this great
big lonely home
of yours with?

Must a woman be
married to have
purpose, Willem?

I don't understand
the question.

Mrs. Blake,
does your marriage
give you purpose?

Marriage means
different things to
different people.

It's my work that
gives me purpose.

Exactly.

And this city needs
more fearless,

enterprising young
women like you.

For God's sake,
don't encourage her.

[laughs]

And I suppose there
are no impoverished
white women

in this city worthy
of your help?

We are a nation
founded on such
lofty principles.

If we can't do
better than this,

then we have
failed our charter.

I can't imagine
your late husband

would have approved
of your frequenting
such places.

Well, I don't
see why not.

He himself was quite
familiar with them.

Well, you can all
stop pretending
to be shocked.

I was sitting
right here

when a constable
came and told me

that Fred had been
found dead in a
brothel on Powell.

Of course,
I had to go and
see for myself,

and there he was,
naked and alone,

curled up, dead
on this little cot.

The police were
very concerned with

removing the
body discreetly,

but I found myself
more concerned
with the girls.

Fred had a choice.

He chose to sodomize
a 14-year-old girl

until his heart
gave out.

But the girl,
well, she'd had
no choice at all.

I decided that
if I was going to

commit my life
to anyone,

it would be
those poor girls,

and not another man.

[chuckling] Oh.

I certainly don't mean
to paint every man

with the same
crooked brush.

I know all of you
at this table are
true gentlemen

who would never
debase yourselves
like that.

[coughs,
clears throat]

Forgive me,
I seem to have had
a little trouble...

[clears throat]
...swallowing that.

[cool percussive music]

[knocks]

[spaghetti
western music]

[knocks on door]

How we
looking so far?

No fucking way.

Seriously?

At this rate,
we're gonna make up
the shortfall in, what,

-three months?
-Maybe two,

with the extra
chop we're making
guarding the factory.

[sighs]

I can't believe
we actually pulled
this shit off.

Why not?

You've been waiting
your whole life to
start making moves.

Well, I couldn't have
done it without you.

Just remember
that when you're
running things.

[grunts]

Tell me again.

How did you manage to
hook us up with that
duck lady's factory?

Seriously, that was
some lucky shit.

How'd you swing it?

Uh...

No.

No fucking way.
You got sticky
with that?

[sniffs]
A gentleman
never tells.

[rooster crows]

[keys jingle,
lock clicks]

Where the fuck
are my daggers?

You were supposed to
deliver them last night.

I told your man.

I got wiped out.
The fucking bulls
took everything.

I place an order,
I want my weapons.

Well, it's not like
you gave me
a down payment.

Are you saying
you don't trust me?

[chuckles]

I'm hurt, Chao.

Last time your boss
ordered from me,
he didn't pay.

Is that why you
set him up to die?

You sit here in
your bunker with
your little arsenal,

selling to anyone
who walks through
that door.

You got no
loyalties to anyone.

You think that
somehow makes
you better?

Or safer?

Well, I don't know
about safer.

Half payment.

The rest when
you deliver.

But see, Chao,

now we're in
business together.

And when people
work for me,

sooner or later,
they only work for me.

[erhu playing]

[men chattering]

[blade slices]

Did you get
him to talk yet?
[chuckles]

Quit beatin'
your meat, Lee.
[chuckles]

Please tell me
you're getting
somewhere with this.

I've gone through
most of the weapons
used by the tong,

and none of them
cut through bone.

Now,

an experienced
swordsman would have
better technique,

but I have the
benefit of hitting
a stationary target.

[blade thuds]

So the swordsman's
not from one
of the tongs.

[blade slices]

I can't be
a 100% sure,

but I'd wager
against it.

A man tends to use
the tool he's most
comfortable with.

Hmm.

What about Patterson?
Anything new there?

Uh-uh. Not yet.

What the fuck is this?

Just trying to catch
a swordsman, Chief.

-[ax thuds]
-This is a
police station,

not a fucking
butcher shop.

Mind your beat
like a real cop,
and take this...

godforsaken
thing with you
before it turns.

Christ Almighty!
I'm gonna throw up.

Um, the missus
wanted me to ask

if you're coming
for dinner tonight.

Oh, that's very
generous of her,

but I can't let you
feed me every night.

Hmm. That's
what I said.

But, uh,
she's already
told the kids,

so you
wouldn't want to
disappoint them.

Oh.

In that case,
what are we having?

[exhales sharply]

Any sections
there you haven't
desecrated yet?

[meat squelches]

Whoa!

What the fuck?

New recruits?

Welcome.

You must be tired from
your long journey.

[indistinct chatter]

Someone will show
you to your room.

[ominous music]

We need men
who've been vetted,

who we know
we can trust.

This is your big plan?
Chinese hatchets?

And we need to show
the Six Companies

we've got things
under control.

We wouldn't
need to if...

Give us the room.

Seriously?

Get the fuck out!

You do not talk to
council like that.

I wouldn't have
to if you showed
me any respect.

Now I have to find out
you're bringing in new
fighters like this?

It makes me look like
a fucking idiot!

And we wouldn't
have to beg
China for help

if you hadn't
let the Long Zii

into the mix in
the first place.

And you wonder why
I didn't tell you.

You said I was
the only one
you could trust.

Was that
just bullshit?

No.

But trust goes
both ways.

And you're still
not smart enough

to know what
you don't know.

You got a light?

[grunts]

Thanks.

I'm gonna need a
smoke to go with it.

[grunts]

Mmm.

Something else
I can help you with?

Nah. Thanks.

I'm good.

Just happy to be
here, you know?

America, man.

How long ago
did you cross?

[grunts]

You're Ah Sahm, right?

I heard you can scrap
like a motherfucker.

You lost in
that tournament
to the Long Zii,

but we all gotta lose
sometime, right?

Shouldn't you be
with your friends?

They don't actually
like me very much.

-Go figure.
-Fuck 'em.

I'm Hong,
by the way.

-Hong.
-Yeah.

Go away, Hong.

I need a
fucking drink.

You and me
both, brother.

Who the fuck is this?

This is, uh...

Hong.

-How'd that go?
-Tell you how it went.

Young Jun.

An honor
to meet you.

What do you want?

Well, I was wondering
where a guy goes to
get sticky around here.

[chuckles]

I've been on the
salt for a month

with a bunch
of smelly,
puking onions.

But I'm a good
fucking soldier.

I can scrap with
the best of them,

and I'm loyal
as shit.

But if I don't get
my cock sucked soon,

I'll be begging
you to kill me.

[both chuckle]

[door clicks open]

[distant chattering,
music]

No one's allowed
back here.

It's amazing how
far you can get in
a roomful of men

with just a wink
and a smile.

This is your plan?

-It's just a map.
-Yes, yeah.

With all the factories
that hire coolie
labor circled.

Not something
you want the wrong
person to see.

And are you
the wrong person?

It's okay.

I know you like me.

[inhales sharply]

Mm.

[whispers]
Wait.

[panting]

This isn't
gonna end well.

Well, if
that's true...

you're doing
it wrong.

[exhales sharply]

Mm.

[sighs]

[distant chatter]

[sighs]

Hey.

So you gonna
say anything?

You're a Chinese guy
in America now.

You're gonna find
out pretty soon

you got bigger
problems.

[indistinct chatter,
light music]

You know, considering
we both went upstairs
at the same time,

seems like
you finished
pretty quickly.

I finish quick,
motherfucker,

but I recover
quicker.

Xi Fan was just
my warm-up.

What's wrong?

-What's wrong?
-Mm.

We start making
moves behind
China's back,

and suddenly
they send over a
bunch of soldiers?

I don't like
the timing.

Father Jun
sent for them.

He said so himself.

Yeah, which means
he's talking to China,

which means
pretty soon,

he'll find out
we haven't
placed an order.

Maybe we should
call it off.

Hey, listen to me.

We just got up
and running.

It's working.

This isn't the time
to lose your nerve.

By the time
Father Jun hears
anything from China,

we'll be able to
show him the profits.

I don't know.

I think he already
knows something's
up with us.

Maybe,

maybe not.

But he's a
businessman.

And what you
are doing is
smart business.

[sighing] Ah.

[chuckling]
This is a nice place.

I can't tell you
guys how good it
feels to be here.

Look, uh...

I was sensing
a lot of tension

back there
at the house,

and I'm not gonna
pretend to know
what's going on.

Maybe you
and Father Jun

don't see eye-to-eye
on the future of the tong

or maybe you're
just an angry guy
in general or--

Or maybe I just
don't like you.

Well, I'm used
to that.

Point is,
you're Hop Wei

and I'm Hop Wei.

That makes
us brothers,

whether you
like me or not.

And, brother,
I will dice or
die for you.

Look, it's nothing
personal;

we just don't
need the help.

[slurps, gulps]

[slurps]

[gulps]

[sighs sharply]

Hey.

You coming?

Oh.

Where are we going?

So we diced the fuck
out of the Long Zii

a few months back,
had them on
their heels.

Could've finished
them off, too,

but Mai Ling
made a deal with
the Fung Hai:

molasses for muscle.

So it's true.
The Fung Hai
are still around.

Shh.

[men speaking
Cantonese distantly]

There.

That's the Fung Hai,

-with the shit all
over their face?
-Yeah.

[spaghetti
western music]

What the fuck
is he doing?

Is it just me,
or is this onion
a little bit off?

[smacking,
man screams]

I don't know, but...

I'm kind of starting
to like him.

[men scream]

[smacking
and grunting]

Wait.

I want to see this.

[rousing music]

[smacking
and grunting]

[smacking
and grunting]

So, the new
guy's crazy.

We can work
with crazy.

Usually I like to handle
these things myself.

But this is a
unique situation.

Considering all
the business we've
done together

and the fact
that the alliance

between the Long Zii
and Fung Hai,

along with
your newfound
prosperity,

was achieved in
some small part
with my assistance,

I figured I could
rely on you to
help me settle this.

What can I do?

I don't want Zing
anywhere near
my shop.

He's bad
for business.

Frankly,
I wouldn't deal
with him at all

if he wasn't
aligned with you.

But he is.

You're his
bread and butter.
He'll listen to you.

You took
the order.
Just fill it.

I took the order
from you, not him.

I don't need
his business,

and I don't
like his threats.

Be thankful for
your pain, Chao.

It means you're
still alive.

[Chao] Unlike the
Suey Sing tong.

This isn't only
about my pain.

Did you know
that less than
an hour ago,

some of your
Fung Hai partners

got into a drunken
scrap with the Hop Wei?

The Hop Wei are
itching for you to
break the treaty.

It won't take
much of a leap for
them to decide

the Fung Hai have
done it for you.

Thank you, Chao.

Thank you
for your time.

You disapprove.

Chao has been a
valuable associate
for many years.

To every tong.

Long Zii believed
in loyalty.

And look where
that got him.

So, your plan is,
what, to keep
blowing up factories

until they stop
hiring coolie labor?

No one at the top
seems to care.

We'll keep
hitting 'em from the
bottom till they do.

If you want change,
lasting change,

you gotta be in
the room where
it happens.

You know, City Hall,
uh, the state senate.

This may come
as a shock to you,
Miss Mercer,

but they don't just
let men like me
into those rooms.

[laughs]

Shame.

I would kill to
see their faces
if you showed up.

[laughs]

I am sorry about
your friends.

The workingmen?

It must be terrible.

Are you ever
sorry you came?

To America,
I mean.

We've a ways to go,
but believe it or not,

it's still better here.

It's funny.

Uh, people come
here from all
over the world

in search of
a better life.

And all I've ever
wanted to do
is escape.

-You've got nothing
to complain about.
-I know.

You know?

What do you know?

I've seen whole
villages wiped out
by famine.

You know anything
about that?

What it feels like
to hear your brothers

in the middle
of the night,
crying because

they haven't had
anything solid to
eat in a week?

Then waking up one
morning to find that
they've passed?

And the shame...

in realizing you're
actually more relieved
than anything else.

You know?

[soft dramatic
music]

[moans]

[moans]

[ominous music]

[moaning]

[dishes clinking,
food sizzling]

[crowd chattering]

You know how
Soo Han makes it
taste so good?

He marinates
his noodles

in a mixture of brine
and cow's blood.

Only when the broth
reaches its optimal
flavor does--

Chao.

It's soy sauce.

You know
what your problem
is, Li Yong?

You have
no imagination.

I heard the Suey Sing
were slaughtered
like animals.

You know me
better than that.

I do.

Still...

how bad does
it have to get?

I'll kill him first.

Even if you did,

the Fung Hai would
come after you,

and Mai Ling
would be forced
to retaliate,

back and forth,
on and on,

each of you grinding
the other down

until the Hop Wei
swoop in and finish
you both off.

[sniffs]

I'm guessing you
have a better idea.

What if there was
another way to solve
our little problem...

one that
didn't require
starting a war?

[ominous music]

[laughs]

So he's standing
right therein
the bullpen,

and he's hacking
away at this giant
slab of beef,

and there's blood
oozing all over
the floor.

-Right there
at your desk?
-Yes, ma'am.

And he's going at it
with these weapons,
you know...

-[bangs on the table]
-You'll wake
the babies.

And Flannagan
comes in,
and he goes,

"You're not gonna
catch a killer

turning my precinct
into a butcher shop!"

[laughs]
That man's a pill.
God bless him.

Leave it.
You help me enough

keeping an eye on
this idiot all day.
[chuckles]

I feel a lot
better knowing

you're out
there with him,
believe me.

Sure, because I was
completely helpless

for the first 20
years of my career.

Finally, he admits it.

Well, in that
case, uh,

I think I'll take off,
leave you folks be.

Yeah, it's getting late.

Dinner was delicious,
as usual, Lucy.

But, uh...

To tell you
the truth,

I'm, uh...

starting to feel
like I'm imposing.

You should
consider yourself
family by now.

We certainly do.

Thank you, ma'am.

Straight home,
you hear me?

And, uh, try to
get some sleep
for a change.

[scoffs]

Well, after that dinner,
won't be a problem.

-Good night, Ethan.
-Good night.

Ethan. Dishes.

-Ethan!
-Yeah?

-Now.
-[groans]

-Finish those up now.
-[murmurs]

Molly's asleep,
finally.

I hope Richard was
able to relax tonight.

He must have.
He left his notebook.

Do you know how
relaxed he'd have to
be to leave this?

He's practically
married to it.

Well, it'll keep
for a night.

I'll finish those.

Off to bed
with ya. Night.

-Your mother'll be
up to tuck you in.
-Night.

Don't forget to
say your prayers.

All right, Dad.

[grunts]

Jesus, Lee.

-Da?
-Didn't I tell
ya to--

Whatever he wants,
I'll do it.

Wait.

Listen to me.
He is just a boy.

No! No, no!

[gunshot]

[body thuds]

[O'Hara] Run!

-[gunshot]
-[Lucy screams]

[gunshot]

[men grunting]

[dramatic music]

[shouts]

[glass shatters]

[men grunting]

[man 1 grunting]

[men screaming]

-[blade slices]
-[man 1 screams]

-[blade squelches]
-[O'Hara screams]

[man 2 screaming]

[both grunting]

[O'Hara screams]

[blood splashes]

[both panting]

-Ethan!
-[panting]

Ethan. [panting]

[gasps, pants]

[pants]

["SmashRegz" playing]

[rapping in
foreign language]

[engine revs]