Original subtitles

We show these heathen bastards what happens

when you fuck with San Francisco cops!

ALL: Yeah!

If you can't respect my independence,

we got nothing more to talk about.

(GRUNTING)

MAN: This motherfucker's Long Zii.

(GUN COCKS)

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

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

BILL O'HARA: Oh, you are gonna suffer, Zing.

PENELOPE BLAKE: Welcome to Sonama. I'm so glad you decided to come.

ELIJAH ROOKER: You men are the last of the true warriors.

-May the best man win! -(CHIMES)

(MEN CLAMORING)

(GRUNTS)

(CHEERING)

YOUNG JUN: We need that fucking prize money...

(GRUNTING)

YOUNG JUN: ...bad.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

You have some serious fucking explaining to do.

♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS, ENDS) ♪

[engine revs]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

♪ ♪

[sizzling]

[shuddering]

♪ ♪

[groans]

[shaky breathing]

- 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.

♪ ♪

- [inhales, exhales deeply]

[dramatic spaghetti western music]

♪ ♪

[blade swishes]

[fire crackling]

[horse whinnies in distance]

- So figure it out.

We don't have a lot of time.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- Good.

[crickets chirping]

- 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.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[soft moaning]

♪ ♪

[liquid trickling]

- What?

- I never imagined I'd be spending the night

in a Chinese brothel, of all places.

- You prefer American brothel? - [chuckles]

- 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.

[dramatic music]

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.

- [scoffs]

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.

[drawer opens]

[papers rustling]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- You show me where.

[door opens]

♪ ♪

[door clicks shut]

- I should be dead already.

- It doesn't have to be that way.

- [scoff]

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.

[dramatic music]

But you will.

♪ ♪

I want him watched at all times.

If anything happens to him,

I'll blame you.

- Mm.

♪ ♪

[door clicks shut]

♪ ♪

- 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?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Please.

I just need to be alone right now.

[inhales]

[sighs shakily]

♪ ♪

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

we discovered the sword in question

in this Chinaman's possession-- [chains clank]

[crowd murmuring]

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.

[crowd murmuring]

- 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?

- [chuckles]

- 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.

- [laughs] - 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.

[sighs shakily]

Just feeling a little edgy, you know?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

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.

[chains clank]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[crowd murmuring]

[gavel pounds]

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.

[gavel pounds]

♪ ♪

[crowd murmuring]

- 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.

- Hmm.

I knew it must've been something like that.

- Hmm.

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.

[applause]

- 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.

[cheers and applause]

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.

[church bell ringing]

- I'm no fucking politician.

[spits]

- 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.

- [scoffs]

Ah Toy, I don't-- [stammers]

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.

[scoffs]

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

Look, you need to give me more time.

- No more time.

[tense music]

- Is this-- [stammers]

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.

[stammers] We had a good run.

Please feel free to contact me

if you ever need anything else, okay?

Thank you.

♪ ♪

[blow lands] - [grunts]

- Kick him in the head!

[all shouting]

[both grunting]

[blows landing]

[rock music]

♪ ♪

[all shouting]

[both grunting]

[blow lands]

[both grunting]

[blow lands]

[all shouting]

[blow lands]

♪ ♪

- Yeah!

[all shouting]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[blow lands]

- Get him!

- Right in your back!

- [grunts]

[blow lands]

[all shouting]

♪ ♪

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

[distant music playing]

- 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.

[sighs]

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?

- [swallows]

[scoffs]

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.

- [sighs]

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.

[soft music]

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

♪ ♪

Especially you.

♪ ♪

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

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Looks like you pissed someone off.

Your face.

- Oh. - Suits you.

- Occupational hazard.

What can I do for you?

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

Hatchets and blades.

- [inhales, sighs]

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.

[groans]

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.

[dramatic music]

- 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.

♪ ♪

[chains clattering]

[indistinct chatter]

- Look sharp, girls.

We got a customer.

[all whimpering]

And you, missy,

I'm gonna get you nice and clean.

- [crying]

[all screaming and crying]

- [speaks indistinctly]

You're gonna like him.

Bottom pit.

[distant screaming and crying]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

A nice time for you tonight.

- [screaming] - Shut up.

- [sobbing]

- Shut up!

♪ ♪

[blades clashing] - [grunting]

[blows landing]

[all shouting]

- [groans]

[dramatic spaghetti western music]

[blade swishes]

[all shouting]

- The fuck's going on out there?

♪ ♪

[blade swishing]

[both shouting]

[sword slicing] - [shouting]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

[blows landing] [groaning]

- [shouting]

♪ ♪

- [groaning]

[both shouting]

[gasping]

[panting]

- [shouting]

- [screaming]

[gasping]

- [shouts]

- [groans]

[both screaming]

- [groaning] - Lai!

[tense music]

Just finish him.

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

- [shouts]

[squelching]

[grunts]

[clattering]

♪ ♪

[chains rattling]

♪ ♪

[rattling]

♪ ♪

- 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.

- [chuckles]

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.

- [sighs]

You've got it. Go on.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Let's clean this mess up.

[silverware clinking]

- Where did you find it?

- Mm.

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.

[chuckles]

Took some doing getting it from her.

You understand what you're looking at there?

- I do.

- So you know what it's worth.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching]

♪ ♪

[slurping]

- [speaking Cantonese]

♪ ♪

[horse braying]

- 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-- [grunts]

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.

- [sniffs]

[coins clinking]

[fingers squeaking]

- [whispering] God.

[spaghetti western music]

♪ ♪

[horse braying]

♪ ♪

[horse braying] - 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?

[indistinct chatter]

- [speaking Cantonese]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

- [gasps]

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

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

- [grunts]

[screams]

[blow lands] - [grunts]

- [crying]

♪ ♪

- [shushes] - [crying]

- [shushes]

- [crying]

♪ ♪

[horse braying]

[horse whinnying]

- [crying]

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[dramatic music]

[watch ticking]

[distant banging]

♪ ♪

[fire hissing]

♪ ♪

- [clears throat]

[water splashing]

- We're closing up.

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

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

- [stammers] Uh...

Father Herlihy sent me.

[clanging]

♪ ♪

- And how is the good Father these days?

♪ ♪

- [clears throat]

He sends, uh, his best.

♪ ♪

- Well, any friend of the Father's

is a friend of ours.

♪ ♪

[both moaning]

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

[grunts]

- I am.

[both breathing heavily]

- Mai Ling-- - [shushes]

[both breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

No one can do what I can do,

for this tong,

or for you.

- [breathing heavily]

What are you doing?

- Let go. - Mai Ling.

- Let go.

[both breathing heavily]

- [groans]

- Trust me...

Or don't.

Choose, right now.

♪ ♪

- [gasping]

♪ ♪

[rasping]

♪ ♪

[gasping]

- 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.

[laughter]

- 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.

- [chuckles]

I recon the economics are a bit different

when you share a bed with the Mayor.

[laughter]

- 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.

[laughter]

Perhaps she should be the one running the city.

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

- Another one, sir?

[glass thuds]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- 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?

[rain pattering]

- I'll see you when I see you.

[dramatic music]

- [exhales]

♪ ♪

Oh, God.

♪ ♪

Well...

[clock ticking]

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?

- [breathing heavily]

[door closes]

- And there she is. - Samuel.

You surprised me.

- Not as much as you surprised me.

- [sighs] 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!

- [laughing]

What?

- Divorce me.

It'll solve both our problems.

- Penny, dear...

[blow lands] - [screams]

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

- [whimpering] - I'm drunk.

[blow lands] - [groans]

[both groaning]

Penny! Christ!

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

[screams] - Why, goddamn it?

- Get off me!

- [screams] Jesus Christ!

[grunts] - [screams]

[blow lands] [groaning]

[coughing]

[gasping]

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching]

- Get off, you bastard! - [screaming]

- Sophie! Sophie!

- Get off me! - [screams]

- Oh, my God!

- [heavy breathing] - Sophie!

♪ ♪

- No! - Sophie!

[crying]

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

- Why are you doing this to me, Penny?

- [gagging]

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

Why are you doing this?

[breathing heavily]

Why are you doing this?

Why?

[clang]

♪ ♪

[shallow breathing]

♪ ♪

[clattering]

- [breathing rapidly]

[crying]

[breathing rapidly]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Get off of the track, track ♪

- [rapping in Chinese]

♪ ♪

- [singing in Chinese]

- [rapping in Chinese]

♪ ♪

[engine revs]

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

MAN: Congratulations, Mr. Mayor.

City is yours.

Did you kill your husband?

It all happened so quickly.

(BOTH GRUNTING, SCREAMING)

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

MAN: 2: China Town is closed. Effective immediately.

MAN 3: My men will not stop tearing this place apart.

I don't care who sent you.

-(GRUNTS) -I said go! (SCREAMS)

Please, help me.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪