All language subtitles for Warrior_S03E04_In Chinatown, No One Thinks About Forever.English (CC)

[woman crying]

[crying and grunting]

Fires are mostly out.

There's nothing left
to salvage.

I'll take a wagon into town,
get some supplies.

[objects clattering]

No.

We go...

back to Chinatown.

What are you talking about?

We no belong here.

I promise you, Strickland
will not get away with this.

He already did.

No, Ah Toy, wait!

You cannot take these girls
back to the brothel.

We worked so hard to get
them out of that life!

You no protect them.

You no protect them here.

In Chinatown, I can.

[dramatic music]

They were happy here.

Happy mean nothing if you dead.

[woman crying]

[theme music playing]

[blade swishes]

[man coughing]

[dog barking]

[Jack] You have a cop problem.

Bad enough you have
one living in here.

Now there's another outside.

Multiplying like
fucking rabbits.

[Abigail] The Secret Service
isn't interested in us.

A badge is a badge.

Look, I don't like it
either, but...

Everything all right?

Yeah.

Jack and I were just
catching up.

I got to restock the bar.

-You good?
-Mm.

[sighs]

Hey, cop.

Let me ask you something.

You really care about her?

I do.

Not that it's any
of your business.

You are standing in my business

you and that smiley
fuck outside.

Now, if you care about her
like you say you do,

you will take
that piece of tin...

and your lilywhite ass
and get back where you belong.

And where's that?

Anywhere but here.

[footsteps departing]

You take longer
to put on your face

than my third ex-wife.

What's our next move?

Well, most counterfeiters,

ones that aren't
outright idiots,

spend small at first,

check to see
if their bills pass muster

before they make any big moves.

[Lee] So we sweep Chinatown,

check for any phony papers
in the local shops.

By the way...

let's meet at the station
from here on out.

Sure, though I will sorely miss

your neighborhood's
charming aroma.

[trickling sounds]

[Eliza laughs]
Well, thank God you came by.

Otherwise, Bernard
would still be going on

-about that new horse of his.
-[Bernard laughs]

If you saw Apollo,
you'd understand my enthusiasm.

His sire set a record
at the Preakness back in '76.

You see what I'm dealing with?

-[chuckles]
-Darling, you're going to bore

Mai Ling to tears.

Actually,
I'm quite fond of horses.

My father used to take me to
the Mongolian horse markets

when I was a girl.

God, they had these
gorgeous white stallions.

I made him promise
to buy me one someday.

Connoisseur
and a businesswoman...

you are full of surprises.

Well, then I hope
you'll forgive my boldness,

but, well, I was wondering
if you'd given any thought

to our conversation
at the gallery.

Actually, I have.

I'll admit, diversifying your
assets outside of Chinatown

will be tricky,
but it can be done.

[Eliza] There's no reason

why you shouldn't be able
to conduct business

-like other Americans.
-I agree.

The rules barring
Chinese ownership

are nothing but rank
political posturing.

If only more people here
shared your sentiments.

Bernard will find a way.

He's brilliant
at that sort of thing.

[Bernard clears throat]

If I were to hold your money
in a proprietary account

at the bank as part
of my personal portfolio,

I could gradually take
positions for you

across various industries
with your approval, of course.

And what kind of industries
are we talking about?

Railroads,
construction, agriculture.

The possibilities
are countless,

assuming you've got the stomach
for some risk.

I think you'll find I've
got the stomach for it.

[dramatic music playing]

When can we start?

[Mail Ling] Do you feel that,
when the rhythm changes?

That's when
you go harder, okay?

Okay. I'm not going to be
able to get this right.

You know, you spin
those sticks around your head

with absolute precision, but
ask a man to turn a crank...

-[machine clatters]
-[chuckles]

Your father taught
you this? [breathing heavily]

He didn't teach me anything,

not while there
was a son to teach.

I taught myself,
watched him work.

I'd practice on the press
at night after we closed shop,

and it's a good thing I did,

'cause my brother
turned out to be an idiot.

And if I hadn't stepped in,
we would have lost the shop,

which he's going
to inherit anyway.

So why learn, then?

A Chinese woman in America
without a skill

is either going to be
a prostitute

or ends up being labeled one
and deported.

[Ah Sahm] You ever think
about going back?

To China? No.

Why? Do you?

Not anymore.

You know,
my father isn't perfect...

but he sacrificed everything
to bring us here to America.

And in spite
of how awful it's been,

I still really think
it's the land of opportunity.

People like us just need to try
a little bit harder

to find it, that's all.

[chuckles]

I guess San Francisco
has its charms...

aside from all the people
who want us dead.

I don't plan
on staying here forever.

My father's sick,
and... and when he's gone,

there isn't going to be
anything left keeping me here.

So no China,

no Chinatown.

Where will you go?

Maybe north, I think.

I hear there's a lot
of open spaces out there.

Maybe I'll find
something I like

and make something of my own.

[chuckles]

With this,
I have to confiscate it.

[Lee speaking Cantonese]
I'm sorry.

[speaking Cantonese]

[indistinct chatter]

It's official.

I will not be eating
in Chinatown.

Those are actually...
pretty good.

Any luck with him?

Uh, he only had one ten
in the till.

Came back queer.

Wasn't too pleased
about parting with it neither.

No, I imagine he wasn't.

I figure we split up,
work the rest of this block,

then expand our grid.

Pattern will emerge.

You can hang your hat on that.

I can see why the other cops
didn't like you.

You actually work for a living.

[chuckles]

[western music playing]

[Catherine] I saw
an interesting article

in the Register today,

about Thayer's brother-in-law
being an opium addict.

I suppose every family
has their skeletons.

If you know where to dig.

You know, Miss Archer,
it's surprising

to find a woman of your
intelligence and background

who isn't married.

You're wondering what skeletons

might be lurking in my closet.

-Is that it?
-No, of course not.

I meant no offense.

Relax, Mr. Buckley.

My skin is thicker
than it looks.

Of course,
my family expected me

to be married up years ago,

but I was more interested
in traveling the world

-than being tied down.
-And now?

I would think a woman like you
would have her pick of suitors.

And you would be wrong.

I'm suddenly a woman
of a certain age,

and as such,
I'm expected to entertain

a parade of sad widowers,

fading bachelors,
and pitiful eccentrics

the price I paid
for my independence,

and well worth it.

I cherish my freedom...

which is why it takes
a special kind of man

to make an impression on me.

[chuckles] Oh, dear.

Have I stunned you
into silence, Mr. Buckley?

Call me Walter.

Walter.

[indistinct chatter]

Don't mind the lookie-loos.

Seeing you out with a woman
is good for your campaign.

Perhaps.

But I wonder
what you will think of me

if I lose the election.

I would think no less of you.

But I'm not going
to let you lose.

[somber music playing]

[coffin top clatters softly]

[crying softly]

[hammering]

[hammering continues]

[knock at door]

I heard about Sonoma.

I'll go after them.

It's too late for that.

What are you talking about,
Ah Toy?

Come on, talk to me.

I have a business to run.

Wait.

I'm fine.

Ah Toy! [sighs]

Maybe take a few days.

Let Chao handle things
till you're feeling up to it.

Do you have any idea how long
it took to put this dress on?

[rock music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-Cheers. Cheers.
-[glass clinks]

Good to see you.

[light classical music playing]

Did we take
a wrong turn somewhere?

[chuckles] Trust me.

We're exactly
where we're meant to be.

[people exclaiming]

-What the fuck is this place?
-[chuckles]

It's a private club

for people who share
a certain joie de vivre,

a place without boundaries,
where everyone is welcome.

-Ah, Monsieur Marcel.
-Oh.

-Welcome back.
-[chuckles]

Would you prefer the blue
or the green?

Oh, excellent choice.

Enjoy your evening, gentlemen.

[groans] That was disgusting.

Mm, I promise you're going
to love it when it kicks in.

Come on.

Hey... there's more.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[dramatic music playing]

I think I'm going
to like it here.

-[woman] Yuxian.
-Whoa!

Sorry.

Watch the suit,
you clumsy bitch.

Well, you can make it up to me.
Come on, let's have some fun.

-[grunts] Hey!
-Come on, let's go upstairs.

[woman] Stop! Let go!

Stop it! [grunts]

Lai.

Go upstairs.

Now.

[chuckles]

[both speaking
Cantonese]

-Sergeant O'Hara.
-Everything all right?

Things seem
a little tense in here.

Was just small disagreement.

I take care of it.

For last week, extra,
when I not in town.

You may wish you
hadn't come back.

The new police chief is, uh...

coming down hard on Chinatown.

That what red envelope for.

[sighs] Well, you've always
done right by me, but...

things are changing.

I may not be able to keep
trouble from your door forever.

[sighs]

In Chinatown...

no one think about forever...

only today, maybe tomorrow.

[glasses clink]

[Thayer] Thank you all
for coming.

I've called
this press conference

to address a salacious article

the Register saw fit
to publish about my family,

specifically...

my brother-in-law's
unfortunate opium habit.

First and foremost,
it's important to acknowledge

that this isn't news,
strictly speaking,

but a hit piece
planted by my opponent

without corroboration
in a desperate attempt

to bolster
a faltering campaign.

-There is no reason--
-Do you deny the report, then?

No.

-I do not.
-[crowd murmurs]

I'm only sorry
that Howard's private struggle

has been made public
because of my candidacy.

My brother-in-law
was wounded in battle

in the service of his country.

Like so many others,

his pain did not end
when the fighting stopped.

And it is the intention
of my family...

to love and support him...

however we can.

As with so many things,
compassion,

not judgment,
must be our guiding light.

[indistinct chatter]

[man speaking Cantonese]

[intense music playing]

[tableware clattering]

[indistinct chatter, laughing]

[both grunting]

[breathing heavily]

You're unfocused today.

[continues breathing heavily]

[exhales]

[both grunting]

Too slow.

Sloppy.

[both grunting]

So... you want
to talk about it?

[breathing heavily]

It's Mai Ling.

She's spending
more and more time in the pond.

You must have known
her ambitions

would reach beyond the confines
of Chinatown.

This feels different.

Are you worried about her...

or the tong?

She isn't safe out there.

She won't let me protect her.

Mai Ling is very smart...

but sometimes it's the smartest
ones who forget to be wise.

Good thing she has you
to remind her.

[chuckles]

Now...

we going to fight or what?

[grunts]

[lawyer 1] Regardless,
the state of California

is well within its rights
to assert eminent domain.

It has offered just
compensation to Miss Davenport

and has clearly demonstrated
its public use as a route

A privately owned
and managed railroad

does not constitute public use.

Might I remind the court
that we have proffered

multiple witnesses
who will testify

that Miss Davenport
was housing prostitutes

on her so-called vineyard.

[Charles] That is outrageous,
Judge Hopkins.

Miss Davenport has a long
and well-documented history

of liberating young women
from bondage.

These girls were her employees.

I've heard enough.

My ruling is that the State
has just grounds

to exercise
its constitutional powers.

Eminent domain stands.

[gavel bangs]

Wait.

Your Honor, please!

You can't let him get away
with this.

Wha--

Charles, I don't understand.
I did what I could.

[indistinct chatter]

No. Miss Davenport.

This isn't over.

I'm sorry, Nellie.

I know you were hoping
for a different outcome.

If there's anything I can do--

I always knew you
were a shit, Douglas.

You just hid it better
than my husband.

But I didn't know
you were a monster.

Please understand that all
I want, all I've ever wanted,

was to see you taken care of,
however I could.

You just couldn't stand

not having something
that you wanted,

so you took it, like a
like a petulant child!

I can see you're upset,

but I'm afraid I don't know
what you're talking about.

You killed them.

You murdered my girls,
and for what?

For more money,
as if you didn't have enough.

[breathing heavily]
You are sick, Douglas.

You are a twisted,
despicable creature.

No, this man,
this man is a murderer.

[breathing heavily]

Bernard and his friends
are obsessed with the game.

Personally, I don't see
what's so thrilling

about knocking
little balls around.

[Bernard chuckles] Well,
there is a little bit more

to it than that, darling,
but, uh...

admittedly, it is more fun
when there's money at stake.

But the real appeal is
escaping their nagging wives.

[chuckles]

Oh, I seem to have run dry.
I'll go get us a fresh bottle.

-That sounds delightful.
-[Bernard clears throat]

Oh, I, uh...
I meant to tell you

I'm looking at providing
high-interest bridge loans

using the capital you provided.

They'll, uh, bring in
a substantial return,

but we...
we have to move slowly

to avoid
any unwanted attention.

And your fee?

Well, given
our personal relationship,

I'll keep it modest
say, uh... five percent.

Let's make it ten.

I intend for this to be a long
and fruitful arrangement

for the both of us.

[softly] You, um...

really are...

quite beautiful.

Wait. Stop. What are you doing?

You must have misunderstood.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I hope
I haven't spoiled things.

Not at all.

We all make mistakes.

No need to let it
affect our partnership.

[suspenseful music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

Oh, good. You're here.

Yeah, I-I think
I found something.

They say the state
of a man's office

is a reflection
of his state of mind.

The thing is this is my office.

I-I've been through every
territory in Chinatown,

testing bills,

and most of them
came back clear,

except for the ones
in this pile.

Where did you find them?

I pulled a few off
a high-binder in a Hop Wei suit

and a few more
in shops here, here...

[taps]

-And here.
-All in Hop Wei territory.

It makes sense.

With the increased police
presence and enforcement,

cash must be tight.

So where are my plates?

My best guess...

Hop Wei headquarters.

It's the most fortified spot.

And here I was, wondering
what we were going to do today.

[sizzling]

Now, we're going
to need some back-up.

-I'll go tell Bill.
-Well, I'll tell Atwood.

Why should you have
all the fun?

[intense music playing]

[blade clanging]

[grunting]

You're pretty handy
with that blade.

-Care for a turn?
-I prefer using my hands.

[chuckles]

Speaking of hands...

I hear Mr. Pierce
has some new holes in his.

The man insulted me
in me own bar.

Then I admire your restraint.

I took care of your problem,
Mr. Strickland,

but now I'm left
with one of my own.

Pierce promised
to hire 40 of my men.

Look, you want me
to hire 40 Irishmen,

I'll hire 40 Irishmen.

But you'll still be precisely
where you are right now,

fighting to gain
every sad little inch.

I've got hungry men
banging down my door.

They'll take every inch
they can get.

As long as you keep begging
wealthy men for scraps,

that's all they'll receive.

You have things people want,
Mr. Leary,

votes, workers, influence.

Yeah, so I'm told.

But it hasn't put
my people back to work.

Because Buckley
takes your votes for granted

and Thayer
supports Chinese labor.

Put it this way,

you can't beat
this problem with your fists.

You can't outspend
the industrialists.

If you're telling me
the game's rigged,

it's not fucking news.

How much do you think
this ring is worth?

No idea.

But based on the finger
that's wearing it,

I'd say a lot.

I don't think
it's worth two dollars,

but I value it
more than anything I own

because of who I took it from.

Money isn't everything,
Mr. Leary.

Power comes to those
who are willing to seize it.

I don't know
what we're talking about here.

Talking about an alliance.

Work with me,

and I'll show you
how you win this game.

What do you get out of it?

I have big plans
for California,

but I can't realize them
without government approval,

without laws, workers.

You can help me get them.

How do you figure that?

The details can wait.

Come on,
let's have another drink.

Tomorrow you can tell
your working men

you did as you promised.

Forty jobs, right?

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

Judge Milton Hopkins...

Mr. Dylan Leary,
my guest of honor this evening.

Pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Leary.

Who are they?

[Douglas] Do you really need
to know their names?

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

[thunder rumbling]

-[Chief Atwood] Stone.
-Mm-hmm.

Take three men, set up
a perimeter around the corner.

-Anderson, Cartwright.
-[Anderson] Yes, boss.

Cut off passage to the west.

If you see any black suits
running, shoot to kill.

[Cartwright] Yes, sir.

The rest of you gentlemen
are with me.

[thunder rumbling]

Now, that is how you win.

Beautiful hand,
not that chicken shit hand

that Hong keeps winning with.

You know, we're letting
you win, right, boss?

[laughing]

Letting me win?
Get the fuck out of here, Hong.

Hey, come on, we'll be here
all night. Let's go.

[loud crashing]

[Chief Atwood]
Up against the wall!

-Secret Service. Nobody move.
-[gun cocks]

[speaking foreign language]

[Lee] Right, line them up.

Let's go, boys.

-[office 1] Come on!
--[office 2] Come over here!

-[indistinct shouting]
-[shattering]

You fuck. You, get over there.

You two take the hallway.
I'll have a gander upstairs.

So this is the Hop Wei tong...

the most terrifying band
of high-binders in Chinatown.

[man] They're certainly
the best dressed.

You know what I see?

Fear...

weakness...

sub-human excrement

wrapped in silk.

Gentlemen, show them
what we're about!

[glass breaking]

[indistinct chatter]

You really think these guys
are stupid enough

to print counterfeits
in their own backyard?

I reckon I won't know
till I look.

Ready?

[indistinct shouting]

[Lee] Fuck, no.

That look
like a secret door to you?

Don't gloat.
It doesn't suit you.

-[breaking continues]
-[both grunting]

Looks like you want
to say something, boy.

Go on, out with it.

[speaking Cantonese]

[Chief Atwood] Sorry. I...

I-I didn't catch that.

Fuck your mother's
smelly pussy.

[laughs]

With stones like those...

I gather you're in charge.

So you want to be
the big man, huh?

Now's your chance.

[snorts, clears throat]

[spits]

-[laughing]
-[grunting]

[gun cocking]

Do it, princess.

Come on, make a fucking move.

[door slams]

-There's nothing here.
-I can see that, Bill.

They moved something,
something heavy.

Someone must have warned
them we were coming.

Fuck.

[officer] San Francisco
Police Department!

-Get up against the wall!
-[Mail Ling] Whoa, whoa.

-[Ah Sahm] Come here.
-[Mail Ling] What?

Come here.

Okay, the bulls,
they've got us boxed in.

We can't go back.

Let's just leave it here.
They might not check the cart.

No, if they do,
the tong is screwed.

I need to get these plates
out of here.

-[thunder rumbles]
-Look at me. Look at me.

Hey! Hey!

This isn't your problem.
Just go home.

They won't stop you.

Well, what are you going to do?

I'll figure something out.

-That is so stupid.
-Yeah.

-You need a plan.
-I like to improvise.

Hey, take off your jacket.

They're looking
for Hop Wei, right?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

-Hey, let's go.
-[donkey brays]

Whoa.

-[thunder rumbling]
-[grunting]

[indistinct shouting]

[grunts]

[indistinct chatter]

-[grunting]
-[thudding]

This is not your house.

-[shouts] Hey!
-Lee, no.

This is not your tong.

Chief, he's had enough.

-You have nothing.
-Chief.

[groaning]

-You are nothing.
-Chief, he's had enough.

[breathing heavily]

Chief, he's done.

[groaning]

Don't you ever...

lay a finger on me again.

Arrest this man.

He assaulted an officer.

[intense music playing]

[thunder booms]

-[Ah Sahm] Shit.
-[Mail Ling] Hey.

There's more cops to the right.

[Ah Sahm]
Then go the other way.

[donkey braying]

-Excuse me!
-[Ah Sahm] Aw, shit.

-You there!
-[Ah Sahm] Keep going.

-Don't look at him.
-[donkey continues braying]

San Francisco Police.

I need to check that wagon.

-[Mail Ling] What do we do now?
-I'm working on it.

[grunts]

[Stone] You, stop!

[Ah Sahm] Turn left.

[both grunting]

[officer] Come on, boys.

[thunder rumbles]

It's a dead end.
We can't get out.

Neither can they.

[thunder rumbles]

Wait, what?

[thunder booms]

[Stone] Fuck is
your problem, lady?

Didn't you hear us?

[Harrison]
Where's the other one?

Your fucking friend...

where is he?

[thunder rumbles]

[Harrison] This bitch

doesn't understand
a word you're saying.

Talking slower ain't going to
make a shit bit of difference.

There's only one language
these people understand.

-[chuckling]
-[grunts]

Let's take a look.

-[shattering]
-What the fuck?

-[shattering]
-[Mail Ling gasps]

[grunting]

[all grunting]

[screaming]

[object clatters]

[officer] Stone! Harrison!

What the hell is going on?

[thunder rumbles]

[all groaning]

-[growls]
-[grunting]

[gasps]

-[bones crack]
-[screams]

[gun cocks]

[grunts]

-[screams]
-[thuds]

[breathing heavily]

[thunder rumbles]

[officer 1] Up you go,
you piece of shit.

Get in there!

[officer 2] Come on,
come on! Let's go!

[officer 1] Right,
let's move it out!

[whip cracking, horse neighing]

[Lee] Chao tipped 'em off.

[neighing continues]

It's the only thing
that makes sense.

You must have known he would.

I thought we'd be faster.

Your new boss
is a real charmer.

He's a fucking lunatic
is what he is.

[Lee] Mm.

You should have been
chief, Bill.

Serves me right.

I should never have trusted
a snake like Buckley.

I knew better!

What about your case?

Hop Wei
will go underground now.

Back to square one.

Don't beat yourself up
over this.

That round-headed cunt had us
going through the front door,

guns blazing.

-[chuckles]
-It was never going to work.

Idiot.

-[officer] Jesus Christ.
-Bill.

[groaning]

Stone! What the hell happened?

We got jumped by a couple
of slants

in an alley up the road.

-Hop Wei?
-Oh, maybe.

He wasn't wearing a suit.
[coughing]

He who? Give us something!

Well, I don't fucking know!

He was fast, though.

Cut through the five of us
like we were nothing.

[coughing]
He had a girl with him, too.

They were hauling
something on a wagon.

[coughing]

You think you'd recognize him
if you saw him again?

I don't fucking know.

It was dark. They were chinks.

What the fuck you want from me?

-[bone cracks]
-[retching]

Fucking hell.

Okay, I need you to watch over
the plates for a little while

till I figure out what to do.

You just beat up
a bunch of cops.

Yeah, well, they had it coming.

And what you think
that they're just

going to forget about that?

-Okay.
-They saw our faces.

I didn't have a choice.

That is not true.
We could have run.

We could have done
anything, and I hit a cop.

Okay.

And I have never done
that before.

-Listen to me.
-Don't you get it?

They could have killed us!

They didn't, and they
don't know anything.

-You don't know that.
-Yes, I do.

I didn't sign up for this.

-I know.
-This isn't what I wanted.

You okay?

[soft music playing]

[Ah Sahm sighs]

[both gasping]

[breathing heavily]

[both gasping]

Eliza.

Where are Franny
and the others?

Is something wrong?

Is this the woman,
Mrs. Pendleton?

Yes, Officer.

I don't understand.
What's going on?

You're under arrest
for criminal solicitation.

What? Of who?

Eliza, what is this?

I saw you yesterday
with Bernard.

He told me everything.

He touched me.

I swear,
I would never do this to you.

Ma'am?

I took pity on you.

-I let you into my home.
-I didn't do anything.

We were discussing business,
and he just reached out and...

Eliza, please,
you have to believe me!

[slaps]

I hope they send you
back to China.

Eliza! Please!

-Eliza, stop them!
-[officer] Come on.

-[screams] Eliza!
-[officer] Let's go.

[screaming]

[person rapping
in Chinese dialect]