All language subtitles for Warrior.S02E07.1080p.x265-ZMNT.eng

We show these heathen
bastards what happens

when you fuck
with San Francisco cops!

Yeah!

If you can't respect
my independence,

we got nothing more
to talk about.

This motherfucker's Long Zii.

That's our cue, boys.
Let's go, let's go!

Oh, you are gonna suffer, Zing.

- Welcome to Sonama.
- I'm so glad you decided to come.

You men are the last
of the true warriors.

May the best man win!

We need that
fucking prize money...

...bad.

You have some serious
fucking explaining to do.

- Take a good, hard look
at these three.

They were once your brothers.

You broke my heart,

but I'm never gonna let you
embarrass me

or weaken the tong
like this again.

- You're the one
embarrassing us.

I'm just trying to save
the money you're giving away.

- I wasn't giving it away.
He lost it.

- Bullshit!

We outnumber the Long Zii
three to one,

yet we're the ones sitting
on our hands?

- Who the hell
do you think you are?

- I'm your son.

- You're the son
of a common whore,

and it's time I burned you out.

- What the fuck?

- It's okay.
It doesn't matter.

I've served this tong
my whole life.

If he wants to burn me out,
he can go ahead.

It won't change
a fucking thing.

Branding us like
goddamn cattle

isn't what makes us Hop Wei.

Knock yourself out.

- Things have been
turning to shit

ever since you let
this motherfucker

back into our house.

- I may have lost the fight,

but I'm not the one
who bent over for Mai Ling.

The Long Zii aren't only
taking our territory.

They're paying half
of what we pay for opium

because he insists
on importing it from China.

- You disloyal shits!

You swore an oath to me!

- We swore an oath to the tong.

- I am the tong!

- We'll have a fresh supply
of opium by next week.

You all know me.
You all know Young Jun.

We weren't stealing.

Every dollar is accounted for.

We did what we did
to save the tong,

because if we keep
doing things his way,

the Long Zii and The Fung Hai
will own us within a year.

- Will someone dice
this fucking onion?

Now.

- Okay.

- You're backing this piece
of shit over your own father?

- No. He's backing me!

- You're getting played.
- Open your eyes.

We're losing ground by the day.

You know that,
and Young Jun is the only one

willing to do
a damn thing about it.

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

You!
You, all of you!

Kill him now!

Where are you going?

What the fuck are you doing?

- We are honoring your
long years of leadership.

And celebrating
your retirement.

- I hope you know
what you're doing.

- I hope so too.

- Shut up and take
the fucking chair.

- So figure it out.

We don't have a lot of time.

- Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

- Good.

- Which one of them
is gonna take over for Zing?

- The top three guys
will fight for power

until only one is left.

That's the Fung Hai tradition.

- All three of them
will probably end up dead.

Say what you want about Zing,

but he kept the Fung Hai
under control.

- Zing was out of control.

We can make this work for us.

- I guess it's gonna have to.

- What?

- I never imagined
I'd be spending the night

in a Chinese brothel,
of all places.

You prefer American brothel?

- I never imagine this either.

In China,
my husband was merchant.

I love him very much.

He sell his silks
to American trading company.

He brings me on trip
to America to make new deals.

Someone kill him on boat.

- Oh, my God.

- The men,
they want to take me.

They will rape me many times,

but the captain,
he protect me.

I become his concubine.

Better to do this
than to be with all of the men.

They throw my husband's body
into the sea.

I come here, and American
trading company say,

"No husband, no money."

They take everything I have.

But I was young and pretty.

I survive.

- I'm so sorry.

- In China, my husband
have properties.

He teach me
to own land is best,

so I buy here.

- So you own this place?

- Other places
outside Chinatown.

- You're buying land here?

How?

- I have business partner.

White man.

Use his name.
My money.

We have many.

200 hectares of land.
- 200--

But something's wrong.

- He not strong man.

I worry for trust him.

- Well, you can't have
a business partner

you don't trust.

You could use me.

You?

- My late husband's estate.

There are so many deeds
and titles on the land.

No one would ever notice,

and maybe down the road,

we could use some
of that land for the girls.

There are so many more
we could help.

- That bad place you go...

Crib brothel.

You took those girls?
- Some of them.

I applied what pressure
I could,

managed to get the place
shut down,

but the other girls were
just moved on somewhere new.

- Maybe you help them too.
- I would if I could.

The police are protecting it.

I can't get in.

- You show me where.

- I should be dead already.

- It doesn't
have to be that way.

The hell it doesn't.

How long have you been planning
your little takeover?

- I wasn't planning it at all.

It just happened.

- I'm sure that's what
he wants you to think,

your loyal friend,
Ah Sahm.

- You're wrong about him.

- I guess we'll see.

Well, however it happened,
you took power.

Now you have to seal it.

I think you know what I mean.

No?

Well, just bring me the knife,
and I'll do it for you.

Consider it a parting gift.

- Yeah.
We're not gonna do that.

- If you don't kill me,
you're gonna look weak.

- That's how you would do it,

but you're not
running things anymore.

The smarter move
is to keep you around,

use your wisdom and experience.

- Or maybe that's just
you making excuses

to hide your weakness.

- I know you don't respect me.

You never have.

But you will.

I want him watched
at all times.

If anything happens to him,

I'll blame you.

- Your breakfast
is getting cold.

I had them make you
Eggs Florentine,

just the way you like them,

with the horseradish
around the edges.

You know,
the way Daddy used to.

I could have them
bring it in here,

if you prefer.

- I'm not hungry.

- Penny...

You've hardly eaten in days.

It's just a factory.

It's not our lives.

- It was freedom.

For both of us.

From him.

Now I'll never be able
to fill any meaningful order,

not that anyone
would give me one.

God knows I don't have
the money to rebuild,

and Samuel certainly
won't loan it to me, so--

- Why don't you just sell it?

Take the money and go.

You could paint or travel.

- What, and prove him right?

That I wasn't smart enough

or strong enough
to run a business?

- Why the hell would you need
to prove anything to him?

- Please.

I just need
to be alone right now.

- While acting on a tip
from one of the locals,

we discovered the sword
in question

in this Chinaman's possession--

We also found a pocket watch
in his room

that belonged
to one of his victims.

Based on that evidence

and the fact that this man
immediately attempted

to murder us
with the same sword,

well, we're very certain
we've got our man.

- Understood.

I thank you for your service,
Sergeant,

and I commend you
on the heroic work

that you and the Chinatown
Squad are doing

on behalf of our fine city.

You are dismissed.

- Thank you, sir.

- Well, that's gonna
leave a mark.

- The old man's
a real motherfucker, huh?

- In your case, you know

he actually fucked
your mother, right?

- There you go.

- You weren't at Ah Toy's
last night.

- Yeah, I wasn't in the mood.

- Still thinking about Vega?

I'm sorry, man.

- The life we chose.

- I don't know about you,

but no one ever gave me
a fucking choice.

- You okay?
- I don't know, man.

It all just happened so fast.

- What, you thought one day
Father Jun would just

make a big announcement
and give you his seat?

- I guess I just wanted him

to see me
as a worthy successor.

- Fathers and sons,

bosses and lieutenants,

no one ever just lets go.

What?

- So what, you getting
all wise on me now?

- Hey, I'm the boss's
right hand.

I just figured
I have to say shit like that.

Look, you belong in that seat.

That whole molasses deal
with Vega

came together on your watch.

- You made that happen.

- And I work for you.

- It doesn't always
feel that way.

- What?
- Nothing.

Just feeling a little edgy,
you know?

I'm gonna go get some rest
before the council meeting.

I'm sure that's gonna
be some kind of shit show.

- Maybe.

But it's your shit show now.

- Damn straight.

- All rise.

- Stand up.

- The accused,
John Chinaman,

also known as The Swordsman,

also known as "Ching,"

has been found guilty
of first-degree murder

by a jury of his peers.

In light of the overwhelming
evidence

presented in this courtroom

and the particularly heinous
nature of your crimes,

this court hereby
sentences you to death.

Sentence to be carried out
at San Quentin Prison,

where you will be taken
and hanged by the neck

until you are dead.

May God have mercy
on your soul.

This court is now adjourned.

- You fared well,
didn't you, Bill?

- I did, yeah.

- I heard some scuttlebutt
that you were somehow

in that chink's back pocket.

- You know me better than that.

I was just trying to get
close enough to nail his ass,

which is what I did.

I knew it must've been
something like that.

If you'll excuse me.

- Today, as we celebrate
Sergeant William O'Hara

and his Chinatown Squad,

let us also remember
the brave men who fell

in the act of bringing this
murderous fiend to justice.

Officer Sean McLeod,
Officer Paul...

- Donnelly.
- Donnelly.

And Officer James Gallahue.

May they rest in peace.

And now,
ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you
Sergeant William O'Hara.

- Christ.

- Sergeant O'Hara is the man
we charged with finding

this vicious murderer,
and find him he did,

he and his men
risking life and limb

to bring this monster
to justice.

Sergeant O'Hara,
I offer you and your men

the gratitude
of an entire city.

But let us make no mistake.

This was but a shot
across the bow.

- Mr. Leary.

You're starting to become
a regular presence here.

- Does the man ever take
a fucking breath?

- It's a big day for him.

I should think you'd
be happy as well.

The man we arrested
was responsible for the deaths

of some of your friends,
was he not?

- You brought down one chink,
and you want a fucking parade?

You got 25,000 to go.

- These things take time.

- My men don't have time.

They need to be working.

- Maybe it's time you
reconsidered your methods.

They're obviously not working.

You've amassed a large enough
base to have real influence.

You've already forced the mayor

to come out in favor
of the working man.

Arson and brute force
will only get you so far.

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

- I'm talking about votes,
Mr. Leary.

The mayor needs them,

the president needs them,
and you've got 'em.

Those are your votes to give.

- I'm no fucking politician.

- And the brave,
effective men

like Sergeant O'Hara
are keeping...

- That's what the best ones
always say.

- God bless you all.

God bless San Francisco.

Ah Toy, I don't--

Where is this coming from?

- Too much risk for you and me.

We had good business.

Now we separate
before anything bad happen.

- Well, what trust are you
transferring these titles to?

- Not your concern.

Your concern is sign papers.

- I can't do this.
Well, not right now.

I--I have leveraged positions.

I've used some of the land
as collateral on other loans.

Look, you need
to give me more time.

- No more time.

Is this--

You know you can trust me,
right?

- I know.

Do you know?

- Yeah, I'll get on to this
right away.

It'll be done
by the end of the week.

- I made you good profit.

No reason we don't part
with good terms.

- Yes, of course.

We had a good run.

Please feel free
to contact me

if you ever need
anything else, okay?

Thank you.

- Kick him in the head!

- Yeah!

- Get him!

- Right in your back!

- I wasn't sure
you'd come back.

- I wasn't sure myself.

I'm not sure about much
these days.

- So why did you?

- I don't know.

I guess I couldn't stay away.

My sister.

I've never seen her
so defeated,

and it's my fault.

- Well, don't take
all the credit.

You said yourself

the place was not really
what she wanted for a life,

so now she's free of it.

We all have regrets.

What's done is done.

- Do you?

Have regrets?

Why do you think I drink?

- Well, don't you ever
get tired of it?

All the violence?

- Things need doing,

and I'm the guy
that can get them done.

I can't wait around
hoping someone else will.

You know, it's funny.

Today someone told me
I could maybe have

some political influence,

what with the Workingmen
behind me.

Can you see me shaking hands
down at City Hall?

- Well, you can swing
the entire Irish vote.

They're right.

It gives you
real political capitol.

It's all dirty pool
down there.

I don't trust those fuckers
as far as I can throw 'em.

- You don't have to trust them
if you own them.

- You trying to civilize me?
- Never.

I just don't wanna see
anyone else get hurt.

Especially you.

- What the hell did I ever do
to deserve you?

- Looks like you pissed
someone off.

Your face.

Suits you.

- Occupational hazard.

What can I do for you?

- Young Jun wants to order
a full set for the tong.

Hatchets and blades.

This is a lot of hardware.

Makes me think Young Jun's
going to war.

- No, he just wants
to be ready.

- Hmm.

So Father Jun is out.

I honestly didn't think
you'd pull it off.

Not this fast, anyway.

- I just backed
Young Jun's move.

- Maybe, maybe.

And maybe he needed someone
like you in his corner

to even consider that move.

Either way,

taking the seat isn't
the same as keeping it.

- He'll keep it.

I'm sorry if that
disappoints you.

- No.

No, I know there's
no going back.

Believe me,
Father Jun knows it too.

He was here when Chinatown
was nothing.

Just a simple way station
for hungry Chinese laborers,

and now it's an entire city
within a city.

And still,

it can change
in the blink of an eye.

Just look what happened
to Zing.

- You have something
to do with that?

- Me?

- Maybe he was
an occupational hazard.

- My father used to say,

"If you wait by the river
long enough,

the bodies of your enemies
will come floating by."

- No, I think that was Sun Tzu,
actually.

- Well, he also said it.
Look.

The bulls were satisfied
taking down Zing

and a handful of his boys.

They decided the rest
weren't a threat.

They're wrong.

The Fung Hai
are leaderless right now,

but not for long.

Not if Mai Ling
steps in to absorb them.

- I'll discuss it
with Young Jun.

I'm sure he'll appreciate it.

- I'm sure he will, too,
but I'm telling you, not him.

Get me?
- No, I don't.

- The only certainty
in a place like this

is uncertainty.

I'm not betting
against the Hop Wei,

but I wouldn't bet my fortunes
on them, either,

and neither should you.

The ones who survive
in this chaos

are the ones who operate
between the lines,

in the shadows.

- Be careful, Chao.

- We're just talking here.

- No, you're just talking.
Again.

Look, I don't know what you
think you know about me--

- I know you're a survivor,
like me,

and no stranger to the shadows.

I'm just saying, one day...

it might pay
to have a friend there.

- In the shadows?

- Give Young Jun my best.

I am, as always,
at his service.

And yours.

- Look sharp, girls.

We got a customer.

And you, missy,

I'm gonna get you
nice and clean.

You're gonna like him.

Bottom pit.

A nice time for you tonight.

Shut up.

- Shut up!

- The fuck's going on
out there?

Lai!

Just finish him.

- Jackson.
- Bill.

I thought you'd want
to see this.

Looks to me like
death by sword.

- Jesus.

They just gave us the key
to the fucking city

for catching a swordsman,

and now we gotta deal
with this mess.

- I understand the fucking
implications, Harrison.

- What you think, Bill?
- I'm still thinking.

Anyone see anything?

Where are the girls?

- No one here but the stiffs.

- You think we got
the wrong guy?

- Of course not.
Come on.

You've been working here
too long to think

there's only one Chinaman
capable of this shit.

- So another swordsman.

Is that it?

- I don't think the press
will see it that way.

Look, Bill.

I can walk out,

and I can pretend
I didn't see a thing.

And what would you be wanting
for taking that walk?

- Well, you're a big deal now,
Bill.

I figure your recommendation
for Sergeant

will go a long way.

You've got it.
Go on.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Let's clean this mess up.

- Where did you find it?

Buckley had a woman.

He went to war

and apparently returned to her
a very different man.

They lasted a few years,
but in the end, he left.

She's since gotten married,
had a few kids,

but she kept the photograph.

Took some doing
getting it from her.

You understand what
you're looking at there?

- I do.

- So you know what it's worth.

- Mr. Merriweather.

- Mrs. Blake.

- Your secretary told me
where I could find you.

- I was sorry to hear
about your factory.

It seems none of us is safe.

- I know circumstances
have changed a bit,

but I was wondering,
the deal you proposed,

is it still on the table?

- Forgive me, Father.

- "Bless me, Father."

- Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It's been--

Tell the truth,
I've never been to confession.

- Now, how can that be?

- I was raised Methodist.

- Lost sheep stray here
all the time.

What burdens have you
brought us, my son?

- I've--I've been, um...

Incautious in how
I've used money

others trusted me to invest.

- Go on.

- Well, I have a partner about
to leave me badly exposed,

and well, if that happens,
I'll be ruined.

I was told that you--

you could be of some help
in these kinds of situations.

- Indeed, I can,

as an emissary of the Lord.

- S--

So what do I do?

- You make an offering.

That means cash.

God.

Whoa!

- Ah Toy, you made it.

I was starting to get worried.

- Long trip.

Many girls.

Clean them up.
Let them rest.

More come tomorrow.
- My God.

How did you do it?

- You have room, yes?

- You're a remarkable woman.
You know that?

- Nellie.

Lai, wait.

You're staying too.

No more killing.

You can build a life here.

Better one.

Lai, get down.

Come on.

I'm not asking.

- If you stay with me,
you start seeing Johns tonight.

You want to be a whore?
Is that what you want?

- I know better than most

nothing can make up
for the loss of a loved one,

but, uh, I hope
it's some small consolation

that I could bring this
back to you.

- I couldn't believe it
when Officer O'Hara

said he'd found it
on that Chinaman.

- It was quite a lucky break.

- I had no idea
it was even missing.

I've barely stepped foot
in Victor's study

since that night.

- I understand.

- It's enough of a violation

that one of those animals
was in our home.

I told Officer O'Hara
as much last week,

but knowing
that they had something

so personal of Victor's,

something I had given him
for our anniversary--

- I'm--I'm sorry, ma'am.
You--

you told Officer O'Hara?

- Yes.

- I'm confused.

He came to see you?

Last week, you say?

- Well, yes, he--
he said there'd been

a possible break in the case.

He asked if he could
have a look around.

- We're closing up.

- I--I don't want any meat.

- Well, you've come
to the wrong place.

Father Herlihy sent me.

- And how is the good Father
these days?

He sends, uh, his best.

- Well, any friend
of the Father's

is a friend of ours.

- I guess you're not angry
at me anymore.

- I am.

Mai Ling--

No one can do what I can do,

for this tong,

or for you.

What are you doing?

- Let go.
- Mai Ling.

- Let go.

- Trust me...

Or don't.

Choose, right now.

- You'll see.

Prosperity will set
all things right.

Of course, there will
be some pain in the beginning.

We'll have to pinch
some pennies,

but it's time we put our
own men back to work again.

- And how exactly are we
supposed to pay the salaries

that those men
will be asking for?

- I'm sure you'll manage it,
Lymon.

Surely even you can see
the value of employing

your fellow Americans.

- You live in
a political fantasy.

I live in the reality
of numbers.

This country's been teetering
ever since the panic of '73,

and now just as we start seeing
light at the end of the tunnel,

you want to turn it off.

- A bit dramatic,
don't you think?

The difference in payroll
won't break you.

We all know you can afford it,
Lymon.

- Listen to you go on

as if you don't already know
your own wife's company

is going to be forging steel
for my buildings.

- I'm sorry.
What did you say?

- Using Chinese labor.
- He's right.

I recon the economics
are a bit different

when you share
a bed with the Mayor.

- Don't be ridiculous.

There will be no favors.

Everyone will be held
to the same standard.

- I don't care which side
of your mouth you're using

out there on the street,

making political promises
to the Workingmen and such,

but in here,

let's all understand
each other.

Chinese labor is the only thing
that keeps this city afloat,

and any mayor
who doesn't grasp that

is gonna be out of a job.

- Well, Lymon,

as always,
I appreciate your counsel.

Misguided though it may be.

- If you think I'm misguided,
Samuel,

go home and seek counsel
from your wife.

Perhaps she should be the one
running the city.

- Another one, sir?

- That's as far as I go.

- You think you'll ever walk me
all the way home?

- You can't take the whole
world on at once, Sophie.

- Really?
Coming from you?

- I'll see you when I see you.

Oh, God.

Well...

Say something.

- Get out.

- No.

We should talk about this.

- Pack your things,
and get out of my house.

Now!

- You mean get out
of his house, don't you?

- And there she is.
- Samuel.

You surprised me.

- Not as much
as you surprised me.

What?

- Did you really think
I wouldn't find out

about your little deal
with Merriweather?

- I can't do this right now.

- He and his friends
had a good laugh

telling me all about it.

- You pulled your orders.

I had to make another deal
to save my company.

- I've been living
on a knife's edge

for the past six months,

and all you care about
is a company

that should have died
with your father.

- You're drunk.

I'm going to bed.

You can sleep it off down here.

- You have no idea
what you're doing.

You're gonna piss away
my career and our future

over a second-rate foundry
just to prove some damn point?

- What are you talking about?

- Crestwood offers a direct
line to the presidency.

He could send me
right into the governorship,

and from there, who knows?

- Governor?

You never told me
anything about this.

- Why should I?

When you spend
your every waking moment

trying to undermine me?

- Samuel, listen--

- If it weren't for me,
you and your sisters

would be begging
in the streets.

So you're gonna call off
your deal with Merriweather

and sell him the damn company.

At a loss, if you have to.

- I'd be playing
right into his hands.

That's exactly what he wants.

- That's exactly what I want!

I'm through indulging this
misguided fantasy of yours!

- Then divorce me!

What?

- Divorce me.

It'll solve both our problems.

- Penny, dear...

- Oh, God, I'm sorry.
Uh, I--

I'm drunk.

Penny! Christ!

Why are you doing this to me?
- Get off me!

Why, goddamn it?

- Get off me!

Jesus Christ!

Get off, you bastard!

- Sophie!
Sophie!

Get off me!

- Oh, my God!

Sophie!

- No!
- Sophie!

- Why are you doing this
to me, Penny?

- Why in God's name are you
making me do this, Penny?

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this?

Why?

Congratulations,
Mr. Mayor.

City is yours.

Did you kill your husband?

It all happened so quickly.

The Chinaman killed the mayor.
We take that sort of thing
personally.

China Town is closed.
Effective immediately.

My men will not stop
tearing this place apart.

I don't care who sent you.

I said go!

Please, help me.