All language subtitles for Warrior_S02E05_Not for a Drink, a F_ck, or a G__damn Prayer.English (CC)

[engine revs]

[spaghetti
western music]

[breathing
rhythmically]

[grunts quietly]

[exhales slowly]

-Did I wake you up?
-[Mai Ling] No.

[exhales deeply]

-You don't
sleep enough.
-[scoffs softly]

You don't need
to worry about me.

You're troubled.

I feel it.

I'm not.

The peace is holding.
Our prospects are good.

I know you don't
approve of our alliance
with the Fung Hai,

but it's necessary.

That's not
what's keeping
you up at night.

Ah Sahm...

[soft dramatic
music]

What about him?

You feel guilty...

for ordering
his death.

And you judge me
for doing it.

Mai Ling, no.

Because what kind
of person would kill
her own brother?

That's not
what I meant.

Good.

Because you
have no idea what
he did to me.

The things I endured.

[sorrowful music]

You're right.

I think about it.

Over and over again.

I see him...

lying there...

bloody and beaten,
and he's looking
up at me.

And suddenly,
there's no
tournament,

no tongs...

nothing, just...

just a boy

crying for his
sister to help him.

I can't undo
what's happened.

He is your family.

Don't you
think he could
forgive you?

I wouldn't.

I haven't.

[dramatic spaghetti
western music]

[rubble settling softly]

[debris clattering]

Miss?

Jacob.

What is that
awful smell?

It's opium, miss.

Opium?

[indistinct
conversation]

What is it
doing here?

There were boxes
of it hidden in
the storeroom.

There were bodies too.

Hop Wei.

[indistinct
conversation
continues]

My source in
Chinatown says

the Fung Hai are back
to business as usual.

So tonight's
the night, boys.

No one leaves
after their shifts.

Not for a fuck,
a drink,

or a goddamn
prayer at church.

If you got business
to take care of,

you take care
of it today,

because tonight,

we show these
heathen bastards

what happens when
you fuck with San
Francisco cops!

[cheers
and applause]

Where the fuck
have you been?

Lee,

you look like
a puddle of shit.

Did you tell the men
why the Fung Hai
attacked you?

And why
would I do that?

You want to
unburden yourself?
Be my guest.

But we both know
it won't make a
damn bit of difference.

Fuckin' hell, Lee.

You were there.
They had a knife
to my boy's throat.

What makes you think
they'll stop coming?

These animals need
to be put down.

Oh, so... So that's
what this is.

-Revenge.
-You're damn right!

And after what
they did to you,

I'd think you'd want
a piece as well.

They didn't do
this to me, Bill.
You did.

All of this is
because of you.

[tense music]

Look,
I don't have time
for this right now.

We are going
in there tonight.

And if you are
anything less than
stone fuckin' sober

we are gonna
have a problem.
Am I clear?

Is that an
order, Sergeant?

Yes, it is a
fucking order!

Penny.

Penny, I...

came as soon
as I heard.

And I guess that
makes sense,

considering the
amount of opium
you had stored here.

It's gone,
by the way.

All of it.

[sighs softly]

I'm sorry.
I didn't have
a choice.

I trusted you.

And you used me.

The worst part
is I actually paid
you to do it.

I also paid you
for protection.

So... job
well-done there.

Your men are dead.

Don't worry; Jacob
took them away before
the police arrived.

[groans softly]

Thank you.

Believe me,

I didn't do it for you.

My fault, really.
I knew what you were
when I hired you.

Yeah, and what
does that say
about you?

[stiffly] You need
to leave... now.

Because if you don't,

it's very possible
I'm going to scream.

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct chatter]

Chief Flannagan.

Please, have a seat.

No need.

I won't be long.

It's been a while
since we broke
bread together.

I was starting
to feel a little
forgotten.

I gather you've
heard about
Mercer Steel.

It's right here.

So a fat city contract
goes to Mercer,

and now it turns
out he's the mayor's
father-in-law.

[chuckles dryly]

And that doesn't
strike anyone
as rotten?

It struck somebody
as something,

because they went
and blew it up.

I don't know
anything about that.

[clears throat]
And neither do you,

or I'd be in
cuffs right now,
wouldn't I?

This stops now,
you hear me?

There'll be no
more bombings,
no more attacks.

Like I said,
I don't know
anything about it.

But if I did,

do you really think
coming in here

and talking at me
like some uppity
schoolmarm

would change
a fuckin' thing?

Then I'll talk to
you more directly.

If this keeps
happening,

no one on my end
will give a shit
about due process.

They'll be calling
for your head,

and they'll turn
a blind fuckin' eye

to what it takes
to get it.

Hmm.

There's the Irishman.

Good for you.

So, as long as
we're just two
Irishmen talking,

I'll be
equally clear.

Your people at
City Hall created
this mess

by starving
their own citizens

to line the
pockets of friends
and relatives.

Now those citizens
are fighting back,

as hungry men will.

The fact is,
it's out of my hands.

Things keep going
on the way they're
going 'round here,

this city is
gonna burn.

And when it does,

the blood'll
be in your hands,
not mine.

You and the
fucking politicians
that pay your wages.

[ominous music]

[ethereal folk
guitar music]

Welcome to Sonoma.

I'm so glad you
decided to come.

[women speaking
Cantonese]

[birds singing]

[indistinct Cantonese
conversations]

It's beautiful.

It is, isn't it?

[in Cantonese]
This is Nuwa.

She will help you get settled.

[in Cantonese]
Welcome.

Please. Come with me.

[in Cantonese]
Go and help her.

[speaking Cantonese]

The harvest is over,

but we're getting
ready for next year.

There's always
work to be done.

We have rooms over
in the bunkhouse

and cows and
pigs in the barn.

The girls are
never bored.

They look happy.

Good morning,
Fen Hua.

Morning, Miss Nellie.

I found Fen Hua
just over a year ago.

She was in a crib
brothel on the
Barbary Coast

under the m-most
awful conditions.

Her hair was missing
some patches,

and she'd bitten
her fingers right down
to bloody stumps.

She thought
that if she made
herself undesirable,

then her captors
might release her

or maybe just...

Kill her.

Most of these
girls come from
places like that.

You know, some of them
were kept in cages.

Beaten, raped,
every day for months.

From the moment
they set foot
on our shores,

they've known nothing
but suffering.

But I want to give
them something else.

You know, the thing
that brought them
here to begin with:

hope.

And that's what
America's supposed
to be, right?

That's why you came.

That's why
everyone comes.

Come on.

There's so much
more to see.

[workers talking
indistinctly]

Samuel.

What are you
doing here?

The damage
is extensive.

I can't imagine
anyone buying you
out at this point.

I have no intention
of selling.

And if you're
here to gloat,

can you do it later?
I'm a little busy
right now.

Penny, dear...

You must know
this rift between us
brings me no joy.

How long to rebuild?

A month.

Six weeks at most.

If you're worried
about our ability

to fill the
city's order...

Well, not to put too
fine a point on it,

but yes,
I-I am worried.

As I told you,

-our contract
is legally binding.
-Of course.

As long as
you anticipate

no interruption
in deliveries,
no late shipments.

Because the contract
is only binding

if all parties
adhere to the terms.

Surely your
lawyer must have
told you that.

On your advice,
I sought some legal
counsel of my own.

[shakily]
We'll deliver.

On time.

I don't see how,
given the state
of things.

And while,
as your husband

I would like
nothing more than
to help you...

as mayor, I'm afraid
my hands are tied.

[softly]
Samuel, please.

[soft, dramatic music]

I'm begging you.

I know it's
disappointing.

You gave it your best.
I'll give you that.

But anyone can
see this is where
the road ends.

It'll be good to
have you at home
again, dear.

[music darkens]

I say we go dice
these Mick cunts
right now.

There are dozens of
them and two of us.

It's suicide.

We've got a fucking
tong, man!

[clears throat]

[other patrons
grow silent]

[quietly] Fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck.

[patrons resume
indistinct conversations]

Father Jun's gonna take
our fucking heads--

He doesn't
know anything.

He doesn't
have to, ever.

You don't know
what you're talking
about, man.

Father Jun may
be checked out,

but you better
believe he watches
the fuckin' books.

Even if we had
the chop to place a
late order to China,

which we don't,

we'd never
get it in time.

We're gonna start
missing deliveries
in a week.

I'll go see
Happy Jack.

Get some more stuff
to hold us over.

No way he's
gonna front you.

He made that pretty
fucking clear.

Nah. That was
before he knew us.

We're a good
long-term prospect
for him.

I'll work
something out.

-[western
guitar chord]
-I'm in.

What the fuck is
he talking about?

I have no idea.

You don't know
what the fuck we're
talking about.

Well, not the details.
I'm too damn
fresh for that.

-Damn right.
-Yes, you are.

Sounds like you started
scoring molasses
off the books

from a local supplier
to boost your margins,

but your shipment
just got fried

and now you
don't have the
chop to replace it.

You take more chop,
Father Jun will notice

and you're fucked.

If you don't,
you'll miss deliveries,

Father Jun will notice,
and you're fucked.

All roads lead
to some kind of
major fuckery.

Look, I don't know what
kind of fuckin' story
you're spinning, here--

Hey.

[chuckling]
You're not getting me.

I'm not looking
to sink your shit.
I just wanna help.

Why?

You guys
stood up for me.

I didn't need you to,
but I appreciated it.

You're my best
American friends.

[suspenseful
rock music]

Okay.

This onion's
batshit crazy.

-[chuckles]
-Hmm.

We can work
with crazy.

[western
guitar chords]

[indistinct conversation]

They eat
dinner together?

It creates
a sense of family,

something these girls
desperately need.

[women speaking
Cantonese]

So many girls.

And it's grown faster
than I even dared hope.

[exhales] I'm gonna
open a second
winery soon.

How you pay
for all this?

My husband left me
a substantial fortune.

But the wine we make,

that pays for the
land and the food.

Even after I'm gone,
these girls will
have a home.

Come on. Let's eat.

[soft, dissonant music]

[breathing shakily]

Ah Toy?

What's wrong?

[swallows]

[inhales]

This place remind me
of my grandmother.

[sniffles]

She had beautiful
garden in China.

Very peaceful.

We grow
tomato together.

I not think of her
in a long time.

Do you know you found
my favorite place on
the entire property?

[sniffles softly]

-Here?
-Yeah.

Well, this is where
the transformation happens.

Everything in these
barrels starts out
as grape juice.

It's sweet,
but unrefined.

Drink too much,
it'll give you
the trots.

-[chuckles]
-But, with a
little patience

and care...

it becomes
something else.

Go on. Try.

Go on.

-It's good.
-Yeah.

-It'll get you
drunk too.
-[chuckles]

[takes deep breath]

God, you take
care of so many
people, Ah Toy.

But who takes
care of you?

It must be lonely.

[soft, dramatic music]

Sometimes.

[wood splinters]

I thought you said
you couldn't deliver.

I said it would
be difficult with all
the heat on me,

not that I
couldn't do it.

Where'd you get them?

I didn't get them.
I had them made...

to your exact
specifications.

Easier to control
quality that way.

Where do you want
the rest of 'em?

Bring them back.

[men grunt softly]

Your fee.

It's more than
we agreed upon.

For your trouble

and a down
payment on our
future endeavors.

[apprehensive music]

Thing is,
I'm not a bank.

I don't hold money
I didn't earn.

You want to put
in another order,
that's fine.

But my loyalty's
not for sale.

What if that isn't
good enough for me?

All due respect,
but tough shit.

[chuckles]

I like that.

I like that.

Big talk.

Chest puffed up
like he's got a pair.

[henchmen laugh]

Except you're trying
too hard, Chao.

And when a guy
like you overplays
his hand...

a man with
a reputation

for being unshakable...

I wonder if
something is...

wrong.

[grunts]

Let's go. Come on.

-[coughs]
-Let's go.

[coughs]

[tense music]

-Hide the bodies.
-Yes, sir.

[grunts, groans]

So how about it?

You got something
you want to get
off your chest?

Okay.
You want the truth?
Here's the truth.

I don't like you, Zing.

I don't like
your tong,

and I don't like
your bullshit threats.

And if you
can't respect
my independence,

we got nothing more
to talk about.

Now...

If you want to
do business,

you know where
to find me.

[apprehensive music]

Here's the thing, Chao.

When we do business,

we do it with family.

You're Fung Hai,
you're Fung Hai,
and that's it.

We'll kill for you
or die for you.

But if you're not...

[grunts]

That's a problem
we gotta fix.

[hissing]
What the fuck's
taking so long?

Relax.

My man'll signal us
when it's time.

What's the signal?

Soon as Chao
comes out,
we go in.

Get the fuck off me.

-Hold him.
-[struggling]

[gags]

[henchmen laughing,
Chao gagging]

[laughter continues]

[chuckles]

[sputtering
and coughing]

[laughter continues]

Was that so
fuckin' hard?

[henchmen laugh]

A toast... to
our new brother.

[panting]

Big fuckin'
balls and all.

[henchmen cheer]

[approaching laughter]

He's so fuckin' sick.

What is this?

Hey, the fuck
you doin' here?

I'm with Chao.

[dissonant notes]

[groans softly]

[blade swishes]

[intense music]

[coughs]

[chuckles]

[panting]

-To the Fung Hai!
-[cheers]

The itchiest
motherfuckers
I know!

[cheers]

This motherfucker's
Long Zii!

[dramatic percussion]

[apprehensive music]

[grunts]

Where's the other one?

Hurt him badly,
but keep him alive.

I wanna know what
he had planned.

Alive!

[huffs angrily]

[grunts]

[coughs and pants]

[tense spaghetti
western music]

[men grunt]

[music heightens]

[henchmen cheering
and laughing]

[henchmen exclaim]

[both grunting]

[all shouting]

[both groan]

[all shouting]

[screams]

[gasps and groans]

[suspenseful music]

Li Yong.

Let's see how those
big balls handle steel,
motherfucker.

-[henchmen laugh]
-[pistol hammer clicks]

-What was that?
-That's our cue, boys.

Let's go! Let's go!

Move! Let's go!

Let's go, let's go,
let's go!

[shouts]

[pants]

[grunts]

You're out of
bullets, asshole.

-[pistol
hammer clicks]
-Wrong.

[gunfire
and shouting]

Men, keep going!

-Come on,
right through here.
-Right this way.

[soft, suspenseful
music]

So...

we're finally gonna
find out who's better.

I never really
wondered.

[chuckles softly]

Then I guess
you'll just have
to humor me.

I should tell you,
once I kill you,

I'll go and
see Mai Ling.

I'm gonna fuck her...

like she never
been fucked.

After that, I'll eat
her fuckin' heart
and piss in the hole.

And all because
you didn't have
the balls

to say "fuck you"
to my face.

[chuckles]

Fuck you.

[slow, dramatic spaghetti
western chords]

[policemen shout]

[grunts]

[gunfire
and shouting]

[women screaming]

[energetic
rock music]

[arrow whistles]

[grunts]

McLeod!

[spluttering
and gasping]

[revolver clicks]

[grunts]

This your idea
of a plan?

[pants] I improvise.

[gunshot]

[revolver clicks]

Get him out of here!
He's with us.

[snarls]

[battle cry]

[dramatic percussion]

[spits]

[groans and pants]

Be grateful
for your pain.

It means
you're still alive.

[both shout]

[both grunting]

[dark music]

Lee, let's go!

[groans]

I'm kinda
mad at you.

[blade resonates
metallically]

[grunts softly]

[grunts softly]

[combatants
grunting distantly]

[cylinder
clicks softly]

[blade swishes]

[gunshot]

[panting]

Back up!

[panting]

Don't move!

Drop the sword.

Hey!

[energetic
percussive music]

[groans and gasps]

[soft, dramatic
guitar notes]

I know you.

[chuckles softly]

[O'Hara grunts]

-[blade clanks heavily]
-This is who we came for.

[groans loudly]

You think you can
send your thugs
to my house

and threaten
my fuckin' family?

[groans loudly]

[heaves, pants]

Oh, you are
gonna suffer, Zing.

I promise you that.

And I am gonna be
with you every step
of the goddamn way.

-[grunts]
-[groans loudly]

[slow spaghetti
western music]

[indistinct chatter]

-Easy.
-Look out.

Easy.

You sure it's him?

It's the right
type of sword.

He definitely knew
how to use it.

We found this too.

"VRT."

Victor R Timmons.

One of the
murdered tycoons
up on Nob Hill.

Son of a bitch.

That'll do it,
as far as
I'm concerned.

I'd pat you two
on the backs,
but quite frankly,

this feels like a case
of dumb fuckin' luck.

You two get your
asses downstairs.

We've got an unholy
mess to mop up.

Yes, sir.

That's the closest
he's ever come to
a compliment,

by the way.

He's right,
about luck.

We come here
for one reason,

and we find this
sword and watch,

handy as a rope
at a hangin'.

I assume you've
heard the one about
the gift horse, yeah?

Yeah, I-I'm just
saying that

the Fung Hai had
reason to come
after you.

That makes sense.
But why Timmons
and McCormick?

Why the men
at the Banshee?

-It doesn't add up.
-For fuck's sake,
Lee. We won.

We got our
fuckin' man.

The sword,
the watch...

it doesn't make sense
because chinks
don't make sense.

They never will.

Jesus, Lee.

Would it kill you to be
happy about something
for two seconds?

You're right.

We won.

[clears throat]

[grunts softly]

[groans]

What happened?

[exhales]

Zing has
been arrested.

The bulls raided
his headquarters.

The police targeted
the Fung Hai?

How would they even
know where to go?

[soft, dramatic music]

Did Chao put
you up to this?

[groans softly]

Do you really think
Chao can tell me
what to do?

Zing was our ally.

The Fung Hai were
the only thing

keeping the Hop Wei
from declaring war.

Zing was
out of control.

He ordered the death
of a police sergeant...

and his family.

Do you have any idea
what would've happened
if he had succeeded?

[exhales heavily]

[groans softly]

The ducks have
their killer.

The raids will end.

They'll leave us alone.

The ducks will
never leave us alone.

You moved without me.

I tried to warn
you about Zing.

But you
wouldn't listen.

Then you needed
to speak louder.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.

You see Happy Jack?

How'd it go?

-Could've gone better.
-So what? Nothing?

[sighing] Oh, we are
fucked so hard.

Not yet.

[thunder rumbles]

[slow, dramatic music]

Come back here,
you bastard!

You can't do this!

She's just a little girl.
She belongs with me!

She belongs with
someone who can
take care of her.

[sobs]

[crying]

-Hyup!
-[carriage
wheels clatter]

What the hell
were you thinking?

Father Jun
will kill you.

Not if you help me.

I'm not gonna
help you start a war

all because of
your misguided
need for revenge.

-That's not what this is.
-No? Then what is it?

Father Jun is
letting Mai Ling

become more
and more powerful.

You said yourself
she's a danger
to Chinatown.

She is.
But so are you.

What?

Betraying Father Jun,

pitting father
against son,

you're gonna tear
apart the only tong

that can stand
up to her.

We'll never
stand up to her.

Not as long as
Father Jun is
running things.

You think Young Jun
would do any better?

Not Young Jun.

You.

[slow spaghetti
western music]

You are more like
Mai Ling than
you even realize.

[exhales]

Nice.

Listen to me.

You need to stop
this right now.

You cannot cross
Father Jun.

So that's a no
on a loan, hmm?

[door creaks shut]

I told Ah Toy
I'd help because
we're friends,

but this, this is
highly irregular.

She should
be with family.

Her mother is whore,

her father is...

me.

[chuckles softly]

I almost die
last night.

Not first time.

This country,

they want to kill us.

[melancholy music]

I'm trying to
change that.

Look at her, hmm?

What do you see?

A beautiful little girl.

Beautiful little
white girl.

She have chance
I never have.

She have chance
to live good life.

Good life.

If...

no one find out
what she really is.

No one.

[sighs softly]

I know a couple...

desperate for
a child of their own.

They're kind,
well-respected.

They'd be good to her.

[music darkens]

Good.

What's her name?

Hah-na.

Hannah?

Hannah.
[chuckles briefly]

[shouting and commotion]

[bellows]

[bellows]

[energetic music]

[bellows]

[wet crunch]

[bellows in slow motion]

[indistinct shouting]

I wasn't sure
you'd pull it off.

Have to admit,

I was surprised
to hear you were
fighting here.

Had to see it
for myself.

Why are you
here, Mai Ling?

'Cause you're my family.

Family?

I want my
brother back.

[soft, dramatic music]

Your brother...

died...

the night you ordered
your boyfriend
to kill him.

Which was just
a few days after
he saved your life,

in case
you've forgotten.

I made a mistake.

I made a
terrible mistake,

and I haven't
slept a night since.

I've been angry
for so long, I...

I just lost
myself in it.

And I want to fix
things between us.

[sorrowful music]

No.

You have to see that
if the tongs go to war,
you'll lose.

I don't want to see
you getting hurt.

You should worry
less about what's
gonna happen to me

and more about what
I'm gonna do to you.

And you really
think killing me is
gonna satisfy you?

I'm not
gonna kill you.

We're family, right?

I'm just
gonna destroy
the Long Zii...

and everything
you care about...

and leave you alive
to watch it burn.

-I guess
I should go, then.
-You really should.

Lover's quarrel?

Huh?

You don't get
that worked up
when you fight.

Nah, she's nothing.

Yeah, it looked
like nothing.

Hey.

That tournament
you told me about,

you still need
a fighter?

[piano-driven
hip hop beat]

[man rapping
in other language]

[engine revs]