All language subtitles for Warrior_S03E08_You Know When Youre Losing a Fight.English (CC)

[theme music playing]

[crowd cheering]

[percussive music playing]

[intense music playing]

[grunts]

[both laugh]

I thought you hated weddings.

I do, but I wasn't
going to miss this one.

Maybe we'll finally see these
two tongs come together.

I don't think
that's what we're seeing.

I, Walter Franklin Buckley,
do solemnly swear

to perform the duties
as mayor of San Francisco

to the best of my ability,
so help me God.

-[cheers and applause]
-[camera flash whooshes]

It is not enough to complain
about the barbarians

at the gates of our great city,

wringing our hands as we wait

for the state or nation
to intervene.

[applause]

[intense music playing]

The defense of our city

and our way of life
falls to us.

It is the fighting spirit
of Americans

that led to the birth
of our great nation.

We must preserve that spirit

and not allow
the insidious insurgents

of a devious alien race

to come between us
and our destiny.

[cheers and applause]

With your continued support,

we will cleanse every trace
of this rot and infection

from our streets, our ports,

our factories, and our fields.

And our shining golden city
will light the way forward,

not just for California,

but for the entire
United States.

[cheers and applause]

Jesus.

He thinks he just
became president.

The day a politician
steps into office

is the day he starts
looking for a bigger one.

Maybe "Governor" Buckley
would be a useful ally someday.

I'll wait to see
if Mayor Buckley

can do half of what he says.

Or what he's told.

-Excuse me.
-Where are you going?

He got his votes.
Time to earn them.

You don't mean
the Donahue boys?

-Yeah.
-Wait.

Look around.

This is not the time.

This is the only time.

They're up in front
of the judge tomorrow.

Unless you want to pull
that string yourself.

I have a long list of items
for our new mayor,

and pardoning a couple
of hooligans is not on it.

I can't believe the going rate
for chief of police

is all that high.

Atwood's not for sale.

Well, if not the purse,
then the sword.

Either way,
there's no need to squander

your political capital,
or mine.

I won't be of much use to you
if I'm locked up for assault.

[laughs]

Just about every cop in that
police station is Irish.

If you can't figure out
a way to keep yourself

and a couple of Mick boys
out of jail,

I wonder what use
you're going to be to anyone.

[soft dramatic music playing]

[bells jingling]

[excited chatter]

[Moseley] Drinks, music,

a whole spread.

The Long Zii know
how to throw a party.

I'll give 'em that.

Can't be cheap.

Maybe we've been looking
in the wrong direction.

What is it?

Long Zii and Hop Wei
at a party together.

Is that not par for the course?

Not without a lot more blood.

Um...

-[chuckles]
-[giggles]

I hear we're training
new printers.

Come on, man.
It's a party.

-Yeah.
-[giggles]

Isn't that right? Yeah.

Yeah, it is. [grunts]

[giggles]

So you worried
about the Long Zii?

Seems like things
are going well.

Give me a minute, all right?

Boss stuff.
Don't go too far.

I'm covering our asses.

This whole operation
depends on one girl

who does everything

and knows everything.

Yeah, backup's good,
but Yan Mi is solid.

She won't be a problem.

I'm not willing
to bet the tong on that.

Are you?

[clears throat]

Look, I know you like her.

Get all the sticky you want.

All I'm saying is,

just don't get attached.

Get me?

I get you.

And speaking of sticky...

[giggles]

[laughs]

[Kong Pak] Excuse me.

Li Yong, may the elders
have a word with you?

I'll be back.

Okay.

[Chao clears throat]

There are few things
as beautiful
as a woman in love,

especially on her wedding day.

I mean, once you look past
all the naked ambition

and, you know, murder.

You're getting sentimental
in your old age.

I have seen the smartest people

do the stupidest things
chasing love.

That has to mean something.

Well, maybe they're chasing
something that isn't real.

Just because something's rare
doesn't mean it isn't real.

Just means it costs.

Thank you, brother.

We welcome this new chapter
for the Long Zii and for you.

You have always been
the voice of reason
for the tong.

We trust you will now use
that voice to help manage

Mai Ling's
more reckless impulses.

There is only one voice
for the Long Zii.

You see?

He's too blind
to see the danger.

You are her husband now,

and a leader of this town.

Wu Jin, please,
may I speak with Li Yong alone?

[energetic drumming]

What?

Nothing.

You seem happy.

I am.

You know, not long ago,
we were at war.

You and Li Yong were trying
to kill each other,

but tonight, we're family.

There's always tomorrow.

[chuckles]

You know,
this could be a new beginning

for the tongs, for Chinatown.

Isn't that what you want?

Don't you think
we've earned it?

Tell Li Yong...

I said congratulations.

[Li Yong] I won't go
behind her back.

[Kong Pak]
No one's asking for that.

I have great respect
for Mai Ling,

but left unchecked,

her ambition
could become a liability

for all of us,

even you.

You're wrong about her.

Am I?

How did Long Zii die?

The elders have
run out of patience.

They're ready to fight
for control of the tong,

but it doesn't have
to come to that.

They will listen to you
if you will listen to them.

We're only thinking
of what's best for the tong,

including Mai Ling.

[scoffs]

She would be touched
by your concern.

Li Yong, I'm on your side here.

I have to go back to my wife.

[sighs]

What was that about?

The elders wanted
to pay their respects.

[lively music playing]

[cackling]

Agent Lee.

Thought your problem fixed.

So did I.
Turns out we were both wrong.

Is there a cousin
you forget to kill?

[chuckles]

The Hop Wei celebrating
with the Long Zii.

I'm just wondering what could
bring them together like this.

Wedding, Agent Lee.

Chinese people get married too,
you know.

Well, I'm guessing
it's something more profitable,

and if the tongs are working
together, printing money,

let's say,
it stands to reason that

they'd need a neutral party
to broker that deal.

If so, then yes.

Chao.

Come on.

We can help each other here.

We already help each other.

I'm going to close
this case, Chao,

and if you're still involved
when I do,

I'll take you down as well.

I won't feel good about it,
but I'll do it.

Not feel good, huh?

You are strange man, Agent Lee.

Sometime break law.

Sometime follow law.

Sometime save life.

Sometime take life.

But Chao know
what you come from.

Maybe you not feel good
because you confused.

Maybe you feel better
without badge on your chest.

If you change your mind,

you know where to find me.

Otherwise, I'd advise you
steer clear of tong business.

Good advice for anyone.

[mellow guitar music playing]

[cheering]

[laughs]

Hey.

[tense music playing]

[tense, twangy
guitar music playing]

[grunts]

I don't give a shit
what Mai Ling says.

I'm taking back my property,

and I figure
you owe me interest.

What's the going rate now

for the great Ah Toy's
legendary pussy--

-[screams]
-[bones crunch]

[blade swishes]

[grunting]

[spits]

Fuck!

You bit off my fucking nose!

[screams]

[grunts]

[body thuds]

Whoa. You okay?

[panting]

I hate weddings.

[Hong] His name is Marcel.

[Young Jun] What?

Does he think he's Spanish
or something?

It's French, I think.

A Chinese guy
named Marcel. [chuckles]

Boss.

[crickets chirping]

Dad,

what are you doing out here?

Enjoying the night air.

In your pajamas?

-Hong?
-Yes, sir?

Shut up and go inside.

Yes, sir.

Sit with me.

May I?

So why are you out here?

I feel like I keep waking up

over and over.

From one dream into the next,

and I can never remember
any of them.

I try, but it's all...

sand.

But tonight,
when I woke up out here,

I felt like myself
for the first time
since we got back,

and I keep thinking,

if I get up, it's all gonna
slip away again.

It's just the fever.

It'll pass.

[soft dramatic music playing]

Your mother hated
when I smoked.

If I smelled like smoke
when I saw her,

she'd get pissed.

Jaw would stick out,
her eyes would turn black.

I'm out here with no pants,

but that, I remember.

Hey.

You're going to be okay.

When you've scrapped
as much as I have,

you know when you're
losing the fight.

Where you coming from?

[exhales shakily]

Mai Ling's wedding.

So she finally decided
to marry Li Yong.

Yeah.

Let's see how long he lasts.

He'll be fine.

He's a follower,

unlike Mai Ling

and her brother.

Ah Sahm's not like her.

His intentions
may be different,

but in the end, a man like that
will never accept being led.

So he'll always be a threat.

He's been fucked up lately.

But he would never
challenge me for the tong.

That's what I said about you.

Come on.

It's cold out here.

Just a little bit longer.

Okay, Dad.

[soft music playing]

[both breathing heavily]

[muffled screams]

-[grunts]
-[blade whooshes]

[yelps]

[panting]

-[yells]
-[grunts]

-[grunts]
-[screams]

[gasps]

[Mai Ling moaning]

[dramatic music playing]

[grunting]

[grunts, gags]

[moans, pants]

[horse neighs]

Horace, what's going on?

Hey, Bill.

Thought I'd start you
in accounting today.

How's that sound?

Thought I had
to work my way up.

My wife thought otherwise.

You ever reconciled a ledger?

Don't think so.

The important part is
keeping track of who we owe

and who owes us.

I'm sure you're familiar
with that concept.

Amos over here
will help you out.

As long as you can do
basic math,

you should be fine.

Current month goes here,
invoicing here, received here.

Any discrepancies go there.

And "discrepancy" means
the difference--

I know what it means.

Sure.

Now, these codes correspond

to all the vendors
we use regularly.

If it doesn't come up
on that list,

I want you to write it down
at the bottom,

bring it to me
at the end of the day.

If you any questions, ask.

Wait.

That'll be all.

-[door opens]
-[Kong Pak] Out of my way.

Mai Ling!

Kong Pak, what is this?

Wu Jin and the other elders
are dead.

I barely survived!

I offered you friendship
and a seat at the table,

and you betrayed me.

You tried to turn my
own husband against me.

Li Yong, open your eyes.

If you won't stop her,
get out of the way,

and I will.

[yelling, grunting]

After everything she's done,

you are still willing
to die for her.

[breathing heavily]

[soft tense music playing]

Begin.

-[yells]
-[grunts]

[dramatic music playing]

[groans]

-[blade swooshes]
-Yah!

[both shout]

[grunts]

[groaning]

[grunts]

[grunts]

Please stop.

[coughs]

I warned you.

She'll never stop.

So I can't either.

[grunts]

-[yells]
-[gasps]

[screams]

[bones cracking]

[exhales shakily]

[somber music playing]

[panting]

[Li Yong crying]

They would have destroyed us.

You know that.

I made the choice so that
you wouldn't have to.

I did it for us.

Leave me alone.

[softly] But we're free now,
Li Yong.

Go!

[Killy Donahue] You're not
telling me something.

They were busted for robbery.

You went in, and now they're
set to stand for assault!

Calm yourself, Killy.

That judge is gonna give them
five years tomorrow

for stealing food.

What did you do?

I promise you,
I did what I could.

You promise?

Jesus.

You're a proper fucking
fat cat now, aren't you?

I'm a man who knows
how to fight
his own fucking battles.

You should try it sometime.

Oh.

All these years,
we trusted you.

You were just
stepping on our backs,

trying to get a leg up.

Christ, Dylan,

our boys used to play together.

It could have been
your sons in there--

[both grunt]

[breathing heavily]

-Go home.
-[gasps]

Sleep it off.

You've forgotten
yourself, Dylan,

forgotten who you are.

[lively piano music playing]

My boys wouldn't
have been stupid enough

to get fucking pinched.

[sighs]

You okay?

Dan would have
been 16 next week.

No, 17.

Fuck me. 17.

[clears throat]

You picked a hell of a time
to stop being a cop.

I need you in there.

Doesn't matter.
Atwood doesn't listen to me.

Those are your men
at the station.

-Not anymore.
-Bullshit.

They followed your orders
for 10 fucking years.

You're telling me
you got no sway with them?

Those are men with families.

If it comes down
to me or their jobs,

what do you think they'll pick?

[sighs]

Well, I guess we're both
no fucking good
to anyone then, are we?

[soft tense music playing]

Fuck it.

Let's go.

What are they going to do,
fire me?

Bill, you can't.

None of us like what's going on
with those lads,

but Chief Atwood, he's--

Atwood is
a sanctimonious prick,

and he's cleaning house.

I may have been
the first to go,

but I sure as hell
won't be the last.

He thinks so much of you lot,

you're working a shift
reserved for rookies.

So...

just how long
do you think you've got?

A lot less
if I let those boys go.

Sorry, Bill.

I can't.

Well, maybe I wasn't clear.

I'm not fucking asking.

-Just make it quick.
-[keys jangling]

[lock clicks]

Time to go, lads.

[Atwood] No one's
going anywhere.

I always knew you weren't
much of a cop, O'Hara.

Harrison, put the prisoners
back in their cell

and lock the door.

And then cuff these two
and bring them up
for processing.

Sorry, chief.

Left my cuffs upstairs.

[O'Hara] These boys
don't belong here.

We're paying their fines,
and we're bringing them home.

We?

It didn't take you long
to find your level,

now, did it, Irishman?

I hear you're fond
of a wager, O'Hara.

-[scoffs]
-So here it is.

You knock me down,

the Donahue boys
are free to go.

Otherwise...

the two of you join them.

[sighs]

[chuckles] Look.

If you think I'm stupid enough
to fight the chief of police--

[grunts]

Get him, Bill.

[all scream]

Come on, Bill!

Come on.

[door slams, clicks]

[onlookers shouting]

[indistinct chatter]

Come on!

Yes!

Take him out. Take him.

[bars rattle]

Keep your fucking
hands up, Bill.

That's it, Bill.

I said keep your
fucking hands up!

[screams]

Come on, Bill!

For fuck's sake, stop fucking
around and hit him, Bill!

Yes!

[groans]

[shouts]

[screams]

-Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
-Come on!

[coughs]

Come on, Big Bill.

Where's that
fighting Irish spirit?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

-Yeah!
-Come on!

Jesus!

[man 1] Come on, Bill.

Settle in, Bill.

[groans, grunts]

-[man 2] Take him to the dump!
-[man 3] Come on.

This cell is going
to be your new home.

Please, stop.

Stop!

What was that?

You had enough?

Please, stop talking.

[both yell]

[groans]

Yes, Bill!

[shouts] Yes!

[screams]

Get on your fucking feet.

[screams]

I said get up!

[overlapping shouting]

[man 1] Knock that pig
out back, come on!

-[man 4] Yes, Bill!
-[man 5] Get him!

[groans]

[panting]

[man 1] Get that fat bastard!

I may not be much of a cop...

but you're no fucking chief.

-[yelps]
-[bones crunch]

[roars]

[cheering]

Bill. Bill!

We need to get you to a doctor.

Nah, best I've felt in years.

Oh, fuck.

[grunts]

Now that's an Irishman.

[groaning]

[distant thunder booming]

Stay.

I've got to go.

What?

What is it?

Young Jun's getting nervous
about the operation.

You mean me.

Yeah.

He's looking to close ranks.

How much time do I have?

[soft somber music playing]

He still needs you to print.

The new guys aren't ready yet.

But once they are...

Maybe you should
think about taking that train.

[thunder rumbling]

Fucking hell.

[grunts]

Ah, fuck.

[Lucy] Jesus.

Bill.

What in God's name happened?

[labored breathing]

[grunts]

[wincing]

-Bill.
-[groans]

Answer me.

What happened?

Fight.

I see that.
With who?

Atwood.

He had it coming.

What was this about, then?

Donahue boys.

Did you get them out, at least?

I did.

They didn't arrest you?

They will.

[thunder rumbles softly]

Another one?

Yes.

[sighs]

[soft somber music playing]

I'll make sure
he makes it back.

What do I do now, Chao?

[thunder crackles]

Kong Pak was right.

[chuckles softly]
I didn't want to listen.

[breathes deeply]

[sighs] And now he's gone.

The elders are gone.

There's only Mai Ling.

No. There's you.

Mai Ling has always done
whatever she has to
to protect herself,

including marrying you.

Hey, I'm not saying
she doesn't love you.

But I am saying
she can't do this without you.

[thunder booms]

[thunder crackling]

[gasps]

Get up.

-Dad--
-Quiet.

You're going to take me
to my men,

and we're all
gonna get out of here.

Dad, it's me, Young Jun.

Shut up!

[grunts]

Get on your feet.

Dad, Dad, Dad.

Put the knife down.

You're home.

Yes.

[tense music playing]

You're safe here, right?

[thunder booms]

No, you're with them!

You fucking traitor!

-[blade swishes]
-[screams]

Wake up!
Dad, wake up!

You sold us out.
I'll fucking kill you!

[both shouting, grunting]

[grunts]

Dad. Dad.

Dad, Dad. Dad, Dad.

Dad. Dad.

Dad! Dad.

Dad!

It's me.

It's me, Young Jun.

[whimpers]

-Young Jun.
-Yes.

You're here.
You're at home.

[laughs] You're at home, Dad.

It's okay.
It's okay, Dad.

It's okay, Dad.
I'm okay. I'm okay.

[soft somber music playing]

[crying]

[wailing]

[driver] Whoa.

[horse neighs]

Good evening, sir.

Brandy in the library.

Very good, sir.

Get me the plans
for the West Valley
bridge project,

and tell the cook to send me up
something in 15 minutes.

Very good, sir.

[Chinese hip-hop music playing]